‡ MA₦łPɄⱠA₮łØ₦ Twist and bend the will to serve your own agenda. Nim did just that when the world went to shit. There was no remorse, no guilt, no shame. It was survival of the fittest and she would be damned if she lost.
Blues stared blankly at stone, the flickering of flames dancing against shadow kissed walls. The gray was drab, confining, enclosing. How long had she been imprisoned in this tomb? How long had it been since last she took a breath of fresh air or felt the sun upon her skin. The mind is extraordinary in its ability to adapt; but one slip and it can become your own personal hell. Her life before now seemed the fantasy, where this, this tiny box was reality.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Dark hair shifted as the girls thin frame lifted from the bed. She knew that sound all too well and was hardly in the mood. Without so much as a knock the door was pushed open and in walked Mrs. Venable. “Didn’t anyone ever fucking tell you it’s rude not to knock” her lips spit as her eyes glared with annoyance. “I’ve warned you about talking to me in this way. Now dress properly dinner is waiting.” The girl scoffed, “dinner right, if you call that shit food” she muttered under her breath. Pale finger tossed cotton fabric, the garment landing in the teens lap. If looks could kill that women would be dead. Nim’s glare followed until the door was shut.
With a heavy sigh and a roll of her eyes fingers lifted the dress into view. The style was victorian in nature and hardly something Nim wanted to wear. As a thought crossed her mind it formed a smirk upon her pink lips. The sound of ripping fabric echoed against the walls as her fingers were quick at work. Slipping the fabric over her head she adjusted the corset, the sleeves torn off to reveal her shoulders, the hem torn to rest at mid thigh. Dresses had never been her thing, in fact she felt out of place in them but if she was to be forced she’d make a show.
Punishment. That is what the look on Mrs. Venable’s face screamed as she walked into the room. Still words were not spoken as she took her seat, the purple coloring reflecting on the poorly lit glass dining table. Before her sat a plain dish, a square of what looked to be a combination of cat food and jello. A curl of her lip displayed the disgust the food created, her stomach turning at the thought of consuming this crap once again. “If you’re not going to eat that I will” the highly entitled woman next to her stated. Side eyeing the women Nim lifted the block with her fork and shoved the whole thing into her mouth while giving a fake smile. The women made a face of disappointment, not because she liked the food but because she was STARVING.
“Good now that you’ve eaten you may come with me” a stout woman with dark hair declared as she pulled the chair away from Nim, forcing her to stand. Reluctantly Nim obeyed, following the woman through the hall. They were quickly stopped, a tallish thin man with blond hair and piercing blue eyes stood casually in their path. First thought that came to Nim’s mind was that he looked as if he’d just jumped from a Anne Rice novel. A snicker vibrated in her throat as she struggled to contain the comment bubbling on her tongue. Michael turned his eyes to the girl but spoke clearly to the women, “I’m looking for Mrs. Venable.” The women paused, “very well” then with a turn she looked to Nim and in hushed tones spoke sharply, “don’t move, don’t speak.”
Again her eyes rolled as she watched the women hurry off back toward the dinning room. “Unpleased with your accommodations” a thick low tone erupted pulling the girls attention back into focus. “It’s a shit hole” she replied without much thought, she didn’t know who this man was and she really didn’t care. “It’s far worse out there” Michael replied with a slight smirk upon his lips. “Debatable” she retorted as the man took a step closer, his eyes watching her closely like that of a predator watching prey. “Would you like to see” he questioned as his gaze shifted to take in the sight of her dress. “I would love nothing more, are you offering me a ticket out of here?” “That would depend, show me something that would make it worth my efforts.” Nim looked at this man long and hard, there was something there, something different. On the outside he looked like any other but there was a vibe a feeling flowing off him. A power that superseded anything she’d ever felt even amongst her own kind.
With a glance in every direction she took a chance, anything to be out of these walls if only for a moment. She’d show something easy, something that gave him enough but wouldn’t reveal all of her talents. With a snap of her fingers and the opening of her palm, there against her skin burned a small flame. She watched the light reflect in his eyes as his smile grew wide. “Is this what you were looking for” she questioned before closing her fist and putting out the light. “That is EXACTLY what I was looking for.”
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