Scar Red

13: How To Tame A Beast🦁

"You might look all skinny but you sure do weigh a ton," Anne grunted out. "And stop squirming!"

From her laboured tone, she owned a pair out of the two pairs of hands carrying me...at least I thought she did.

"My plan was better, we should've gone with it." That had to be Judith, whatever plan she must've had, I'm glad they didn't go with it. There was no doubt it would've involved mice.

"You know we can't argue with Susan, Judy. As much as we could've taught her a nice lesson with our fists, Sus's plan is good too."

I had been trying to scream or say something-anything, but something was lodged in my throat so I couldn't do any of that.

The sounds of their hushed sardonic snickers and the jingling of keys did nothing but stir the uneasiness I felt. They finally let go of me, letting me stand again and suddenly I was shoved somewhere, the force inducing me to fall before I heard a door slam shut.

I coughed out the cloth lodged in my throat and looked around. It was dark and my vision was still adjusting. Instantly, with the moonlight streaming in from the huge window, I was able to make out certain things. Inconsolable fear overtook my senses as I realized the room I was in-the one they shoved me into.

To stifle my screaming, I threw a hand over my mouth and shuffled backwards until my back hit the wall beside the wardrobe as I began to hear movements a few feet away from me. My cheeks were already wet with tears as I rocked myself back and forth.

"I don't deserve to die in the hands of a homicidal madman..." I sniffled.

"I've been good, apart from the few lies I tell to get through, ooh Lord, I'm so sorry..." I whimpered as different horrific scenarios replayed in my mind.

Something heavy hit the wall near me, the impact blowing the strands of my hair into my face before it collapsed to the ground. That only made me sob harder. My heartbeats thundered in a cadence enough to rouse the dead.

"Mommy!"

His footsteps were growing ever closer and something was telling me that whatever he hurled at me next wouldn't miss my body.

"Ooh!" I cried. This was the second time in my life that I felt this way; hopeless, so afraid. I never thought I'd say this but being burnt alive, I'd take that over death at the hands of a homicidal neanderthal.

Even if I made it out alive there was no guarantee that my working here would continue. The cameras must've caught my image and I'd get fired...that was what they wanted, that was the plan...

"🎶Rosy sweet r-ro-sy..." I breathed shakily and out of impulse, clenching my eyes shut.

"🎶L-lo-lovely a-and p-pure..." I sniffled again as more tears streamed down my face.

At that moment, I popped an eye open, confused and scared as to why everything had become silent. I caught a glimpse of him; his hands were digging into his hair as he knelt, his long brown locks obscured his face but I felt his gaze on me before I heard a growling noise emanating from him.

I feared the worst as he took a knee closer to me and sang louder to drown the sound of my racing heartbeats. I didn't know why I was simply singing in that dangerous situation as my thinking faculty was greatly distorted. I normally sang when I was feeling lighthearted, I sang because it was soothing but right then it wasn't.

"🎶One in a m-illion..."

Feeling somewhat intrigued, I watched him clutch his head once again at the sound. It seemed that my song had an effect on him or maybe it just irritated him.