Her Tears are Real(On Hold)

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(We're with Chuchoter today! Enjoy!)

Chuchoter cracked her eyes open, a bright light was shining in her face...she was temporarily blinded.

"Mm...who's there?" Chuchoter murmered. Sleep made her thoughts hazy.

"Get up." A voice with a heavy accent ordered her to get up.

"Why...?" She still couldn't think clearly...why did she feel so tired?

A foot kicked her in the side and yelled,

"Get up!"

Tears spilled from her eyes as she obeyed the voice, Chuchoter could already feel a bruise forming on her side.

"Good. Now come with me." Someone grabbed Chuchoter's arm and pulled her out the room. The owner of the voice was a tall man with pale skin, blue eyes and blonde hair almost the color of snow. Chuchoter had to admit this man was beautiful, even if he had been te one that had kidnapped her.

"Hurry up." The man growled.

"O-ok..." Chuchoter nodded and tried to walk faster but her short legs wouldn't allow her to. She hadn't been eating properly for the past few weeks and that wasn't helping much either.

"I said hurry up!" He pulled her so hard she felt like her arm would be pulled out of the socket.

"Ah...!" She almost fell on the man.

The man stopped, and with a sigh he lifted her onto his shoulder.

Chuchoter didn't know what to do at first, she didn't know whether to let him hold her or to struggle.

"If you struggle, I will break your neck." The man threatened.

This statement helped Chuchoter decide what to do, she decided just to let it happen.

The man continued to carry her until they reached a tall, heavy looking door with an intricate pattern. The man pulled open the door and threw Chuchoter down, closing the door behind her.

Chuchoter looked around the room, it was dark and about the size of a small bathroom. The only light came from a small barred window. Chuchoter stood up slowly and made her way to the window, she gripped the bars and stood on her tip toes to look through the window. It was dark, but Chuchoter could see the outline of a few small buildings.

Chuchoter thought about the possibility of escaping, it was a very slim chance. But still a chance nonetheless.

The window was just large enough to climb through, but she would need to find something to get rid of the bars.

But what could she use?

(Merry Christmas and happy  New Year everyone! I know this is a day late, but still :D)