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Antonio
I felt a smile grow at the perfection that laid amongst me, my precious beauty. It's truly a shame it had to come to this, if only people minded their fucking business.
My darling would be safe, no one would be able to lay their disgusting hands on what's fucking mine.
I gave her soft delicate hair one last stroke before heading over to my work station. Everything I could possibly need was here, It was time. I debated whether or not I needed to tie her up as I placed the colored contacts on the bed, I would base that on her performance.
I watched as her eyes fluttered, her eyes showcasing emotions that screamed how alarmed and frightened she was. I didn't understand that. Here I was...protecting her, doing absolutely everything for her, and she was scared? As long as that fear turned into obedience, I would have no problem with it.
"Good morning, sweetheart." I cheered as she began to wipe her eyes before groaning as she felt the soreness of her wound.
"Oh, yes, darling. You need to lay down, I can't have you walking around and getting yourself hurt." I proposed as I applied pressure to make sure she was positioned back down. "This will help lovey." I gave her a smile as I worked in the medicine into her wound. "All better, that should help with the pain. Speaking of Lovey...you need a new name. I quite like this new adjustment. Your old name...connects with your old life, without your name, what else do you have of that pathetic life? Nothing."
Love
My mind ran rampant as his words digged deeper and deeper into my heart, it was as if daggers penetrated me. I didn't want to lose my identity, would I lose myself in the process?
"It wasn't pathetic. I was happy, Antonio!-"
I was cut off by his mean gaze, "You weren't fucking happy. You were living with two disgraceful whores!"
I couldn't hold it in, I couldn't be strong, I felt the tears rush down my cheek as my sobs released from my mouth. I was scared, I was so fucking scared.
"Baby." He said as he began to scoot his body closer to mine, stroking my hair, "It's okay, sweetie. Everything will be just fine. Now, we are going to get you in a chair, okay?" Before I could even let out a breath of refusal I felt the seething pain as he lifted my body onto a medical chair.
"Now, honey. I don't want to have to strap you down but you are going to have to behave. Okay?" He left no room for refusal as he gripped onto my chin. I was too weak, too broken to fight back. I had no choice.
Antonio looked pleased at my sudden obedience towards him. "This will be good for us. Let's get started."
I tried to relax, taking deep breaths as he began to dig through his bag, what else could I do? There was nothing I could do. I wanted out. I wanted my mommy, but there was no hope, at least not yet.
Antonio's eyes glimmered in darkness as he held a needle and thread as well as a blonde wig. "Darling." He let out dangerously.
I didn't understand.
I put the pieces together as I began to shake my head, crying hysterically, "No! Don't you fucking dare get near me!" I began to kick him as he quickly dominated me, strapping me down, even though my tears never stopped.
Antonio stuffed a cloth in my mouth, silencing my cries, "Won't you shut the hell up?"
I didn't shut up, I only screamed harder as he shaved my hair and began to sew the blonde wig into my scalp.
"Fucking hell." Antonio cursed as he put down his bloodied supplies.
I glanced down at the floor, he was taking everything from me. He took my hair away from me, he took my eye color away, he took my family away, and most importantly, he stole me, my happiness, who I am.
Antonio turned the chair around to face the mirror as he smiled. "What do you think?"
The woman who was staring back at me was a stranger. I didn't respond.
Two Months Later
"Angel?"
I turned.
"Yes, my love?"
As he drew closer, I could feel the gentle warmth of his breath caressing my skin, and his soft lips tenderly brushed against my shoulder. A smile adorned his face, illuminating his eyes with admiration and affection. "You truly look beautiful," he whispered, "Go on."
A smile crept across my face, spreading warmth within me, as I firmly grasped the icy-cold handle of the door. With a gentle yet determined pull, I swung the door open, revealing the room I knew so well.
"Ahh, Angel." Doctor Collins spoke, giving me an encouraging smile. "What a pleasure to see you again, please, please have a seat."
I returned the sweetest of smiles, "The pleasure is always mine," I responded warmly, as I settled myself comfortably onto the inviting medical bed. The soft cushioning offered a sense of ease, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me, knowing that I was in good hands and that any discomfort would soon be alleviated. With a contented sigh, I allowed myself to fully relax.
As soon as he stepped into the room, my smile couldn't contain itself; it expanded like the gentle bloom of a flower bathed in sunlight. My heart skipped a beat, and an involuntary excitement propelled me to scoot closer to the door where he stood, drawn by an invisible magnetic force.
"Are we ready to commence, sir?"
"Always," Antonio replied, a playful grin dancing on his lips. His warm and reassuring embrace enveloped me like a cocoon.
My eyes remained fixed on the intricate headwear as it was carefully set upon my head.
"You know what to do, keep focused on the screen..."
"Why is it that I can never recall what happens once the headwear is placed on me?" I questioned curiously, savoring the taste of the juicy strawberry.
"Darling, I must admit, I have no clue what you are talking about," Antonio responded, tenderly cupping my cheeks. "Perhaps we should consider adjusting your medication to help with the memory lapses."
A sense of frustration welled up within me, and I sighed, expressing my weariness with the constant reliance on medication. "But I'm tired of taking so many pills. You know me, Antonio! There's nothing wrong with me, and I don't need more medication," I argued, crossing my arms in defiance.
"Angel, you know better than to question my authority," He huffed out holding the multitude of pills. "Now," he urged, with a touch of firmness.
Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and reluctantly complied, swallowing the pills one by one. I watched as his eyes gazed with a sense of approval, smiling while he nodded his head.
"Good girl," he praised warmly, his affectionate words filling my heart with warmth. "You're always such a good girl,"
As he prepared to leave for his meeting, a sly smile graced his lips, "I will be back soon, but remember, I love you," he whispered sweetly, waving goodbye as I watched the black SUV depart.
As I walked through the familiar halls of my house, a sense of comfort and awe washed over me. The sweet glow of sunlight glistening through the windows added a touch of magic to the place I called home.
I let out a soft smile, gazing out to admire the beautiful view, the lush greenery of the garden, adorned with blooming flowers of various colors, seemed like a picturesque painting come to life. The gentle rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds filled the air with a soothing melody that resonated with my soul.
Yet, as I admired the beauty of my surroundings, a tinge of sadness weighed on my heart. I longed to recall more memories, to cherish the moments that seemed to have slipped away from my grasp. Despite the comfort and love that enveloped me in this house, there were times when gaps in my memory left me feeling like pieces of my life were lost in a haze.
I cautiously made my way down the creaky wooden steps into the dimly lit basement. The air was heavy with the scent of dust. As I descended, I couldn't help but hum a soft tune, a habit I often found myself doing when lost in thought.
Amidst the piles of clothes stacked, I sifted through the fabric.
Then, something caught my eye—an intricate music box partially hidden beneath a faded blanket. Its delicate engravings shimmered faintly in the dim light, and my heart skipped a beat. My hands trembled as I gently lifted the music box, feeling its weight and the anticipation of what melody it held within.
With a hesitant breath, I wound the tiny key and carefully opened the lid. A soft, enchanting melody began to fill the air, and I felt an inexplicable connection to the tune. As the music flowed through me, everything came rushing back, like a long-forgotten river suddenly finding its course.
It was my childhood music box.
I let out a scream.
"Who the fuck am I?" I let out a cry as I ran up the stairs. I filled through Antonio's office, searching for anything, anything! That was when I found it, a photo of a young girl, brown hair, the same smile as mine with another girl and an older women, the other girl and the older women were crossed off with a sharpie.
Behind it, held the writing,
Love Adaire
I dropped the photo instantly as I fell to my knees and began to sob. Every pained memory was coming back.
I saw an invitation through my blurry vision, an invitation to Love Adaire's funeral, my funeral.
I realized exactly what I needed to do.
Get my fucking life back.
I rushed and stuffed the photo back in place as I sat on the couch, trying to gather every memory and every thought. Oh my god. All this time had been a lie.
All I knew was that I had one week to escape, I had one week for freedom. If I couldn't find a way before my next session, it's all over.
I knew the funeral would be my perfect opportunity, Antonio would think I'm still under his mind control, he wouldn't be suspicious of me. I would have the chance to talk to people — to talk to mama.
I wiped the tears as I heard the harshness of the door open.
"Baby doll, I'm home." His irritating voice rang.
Play the part.
I faked a smile as I turned towards him, "Hello, my love! What was it about that funeral?"
I watched as Antonio's expression transformed into a grin.
They better look out for the dead girl fucking walking.
Hi!! Thank you so much for your patience, I love you so much.