𝔻𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 (UNDER EDITING)

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Leah Sharpe woke up in an empty room save for a boy her age, she tried to talk, to ask him what happened and where she was, but when Leah tried to talk, it was garbled and quiet. She felt something in her mouth and tried to lift her hands to remove whatever it was, feeling scratchy rope rub her wrists, causing mild discomfort.  

Leah shuddered, her heart thundering wildly in her chest as the realization hit her like a ton of bricks all at once. 

Holy mother of shit, I'm gagged?  

Thoughts swirled inside Leah's head as her mind tried to grasp and rationalize the situation, her friends probably hired this guy and did this to scare her, yeah, that's it, just a harmless prank. Leah waited with growing anxiety, her watch ticking was the only sound in the almost empty room. Leah looked over to the boy, nervous to try and shuffle over and wake him. 

Wait... my friends wouldn't hurt me.  Leah  realized as she shifted and white-hot pain rocketed through her left leg, full-on panic began to set in as she realized what the situation actually was. Some psychotic motherfucker must have grabbed Leah and the brunet boy that was trapped alongside herself and planned to do some horrible shit to them. Leah opened her eyes once again, looking down at her left leg for the first time and seeing a fair-sized gash streaking down it. 

Jeanie and Lilith are pranksters sure, but they would never go this far as to hurt me and lock up some random stranger. 

The thoughts ran through Leah's mind as my heart continued it's wild beat, she was locked up, this boy and her were sitting ducks waiting for this sicko to show up and do god knows what to them. Leah wanted desperately to speak to this boy and wake him up, to check his pulse and see if he was still alive. 

Leah shook her head and tried to shove the gag out of her  mouth with her tongue, it was a failed attempt, to say the least, but it was worth a shot. She finally found the energy to scoot herself over to the brunet and see if he was gagged and roped the same way that she was. Leah rose up on her knees, finding that her feet were tied tightly at the ankles and her shoes were preventing the ropes from sliding off of her feet. She peered at his hands and saw the same rope that bound her, the same with his feet. She saw a piece of cloth jammed into his mouth and tied around his head to prevent him from spitting it out similar to the way hers was. Both him and her were not blindfolded. 

She peered at the bruises on his face as his eyes flickered open, making her almost swallow the cloth out of pure shock. 

Taylor blearily opened his eyes and saw a blonde-haired girl with knotted curls and eyes alight with concern. He shot back and tried to put his hands up in defense, instead, Taylor felt the irritating scratch of frayed rope digging into his wrists. Taylor tried to talk, tried to ask her who had brought him and (he assumed) her to this place, but instead of making any noise, Taylors tongue brushed a piece of cloth that gagged him. 

He closed his eyes to stop his vision from swimming and prevent himself from blacking out,  and when Taylor opened them he took notice in the creepy, dimly lit room that the girl had a gag in her mouth and ropes around her wrists as well. Taylor tried to stand but the girl shook her head in some sort of warning, he merely fell to his knees and saw the ropes around his ankles, much like the ropes around hers. She sent him a look that said bluntly 'I told you so.'

Taylor heard something, high heels slowly clicking on what he assumed was cobblestone floor, the noise was creepier than normal, it was slow, which made it more menacing. The girl heard it too, she quickly scrambled back to the spot Taylor assumed she had been in before and stayed there. 

The door opened and a woman dressed in a black and white plaid dress and plain black high heels with white stockings, it wasn't exactly her attire that struck me as odd, it was the fact that she was wearing a pasty white mast with cracks in it,  the largest crack exposing about half of her left cheek. 

Oh God, that mask, if Taylor survived, he was certain that her mask would haunt him for the rest of his life, no matter what, even if he lost his memory from old age, that image would be burned into his mind. 

Aside from her cheek, Taylor could only see her oddly bright gray eyes and a small circle of the skin that was around them, she was dressed like she was from Victorian times, the dress she was wearing reminded Taylor very much so of a maids attire, she had even gone as far to paint her body a cream sort of color, which added to the doll-like appearance that she held.  

"Hello, my pretty dollies.'' She cooed to them as if expecting the two gagged teenagers to answer back. 

I'm NOT a fucking 'dolly'. Taylor thought angerly, attempting to clench his teeth, but instead biting down on the rag, which had a strange metallic taste to it. "Pretty dollies, let me take those off of you." She continued speaking in a honeyed and babyish tone. 

The absolutely psycho woman stalked towards Taylor first, only untying the rope around his feet, and removed the gag from his mouth. 

Taylors first words to her were these exactly: ''Why the FUCK, are you keeping us here?" He was rewarded with a hard slap to the face. "Tsk tsk tsk, good dollies do not swear, and good dollies do not talk back to their owner." She chided. Taylor nodded slowly, afraid that he would receive something worse than just a slap the next time he said something similar. 

The crazy lady next untied and ungagged the girl, who just wept at the woman's feet, begging the doll-woman to just let them go, and that they wouldn't tell anyone about where she was, who she was, or what she had done. The woman slapped the girl as well, who whimpered and then silenced herself under the woman's glare. 

The woman clapped with joy, and if Taylor were able to see her face he was sure she would be smiling crazily. "Now, get familiar with each other, you are now each others lover!" The woman said with excitement underlying her tone. 

He briefly met the poor girl's eyes as she slowly lifted her head to look up at the woman's hidden face, the woman let out a chuckle. "Oh don't look at me doll, look at your new lover!" The woman cheered, pointing at him. The girl looked at Taylor and he mouthed 'what.' She gave him a half-hearted shrug that was barely visible. 

"I'll leave you two to get acquainted then!" The woman giggled like a school-girl and practically skipped out of the room, her heels clicking on the floor as she did so, but not loud enough to cover the click that came from the lock, signaling that they would be stuck in this room for quite a while with just each other. 

"Leah Sharp." The girl said after a while. 

Taylor tilted his head slightly. "Leah Sharp?" He asked slowly, fearing that the girl was some detective-type crazy who could tell somebody's life-story by looking at them. 

''My name stupid, now do you want to tell me yours or can I keep calling you stupid?" This girl had sass, maybe if they both survived this absolutely insane situation they could be friends, but them surviving can't be confirmed. 

"Taylor Freeman,'' He replied reluctantly, not fully sure of the girl. 

After a couple hours of Taylor and Leah just chatting calmly, their stomachs growling with growing hunger, they heard those damned heels clicking on the floor again. 

The woman appeared and she untied their feet, Taylor got up and nearly grabbed her for balance, but thought better of it when Leah made the same mistake and got slapped again, this time the woman had left a bright red mark on her cheek. "Now..." The woman trailed off in a sinister voice. 

"It's time to meet your family."