⌘ 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔.༄ ⌘
Four walls. One door. One window.
The cell feels like all the girl's ever known.
Cold, dark and depressing; with no one to speak a word...
❦ Upon the fire, it's burning higher. Only actions can speak the truth. ❦
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Sojourn Pt.2
The Los Angeles heat was as excruciating as always.
Madelyn dropped us off at the unknown location she promised would be good. She said she knew some kind of geniuses who could help Micheal
"If there is anyone I know who can help you, they can."
The building was huge as we walked in.
"Do they know we're coming?" I ask him.
"I don't know. Who cares? She said they're the best. At least- they better be."
We took the private elevator to the main top of the building only to walk down a long stretch of hall aligned with doors, until we came upon the final one at the end. Micheal holds the door open for me and the first thing I notice is the machinery in the room.
Micheal shuts the door behind behind him and we come face to face with two men in dorky clothing and the same bowl haircut.
They look like idiots.
"Dude! What's up?" The brunette greets us, "Come on in," he chuckles, "Dying to meet you."
Micheal takes my hand and strings me along to look around at the place, I eye the pretty woman in black glancing at us from her phone on the table.
"Madelyn's really been talking you up. That woman's wack right?" They both chuckle, "But she seems totally convinced that you're The One."
"No offense, but I though you'd be a little bit more jacked." The blonde one says, "Like, I was picturing you totally ripped, like The Rock when he was, ya know, The Rock."
Micheal gives him a weird look.
"Yeah that's like stereotypical, dude." The brunette states.
"What do you mean?"
"-yeah that's not cool." The brunette brushes him off in front of Micheal.
They both just want him to like them.
"So.." the blonde one smiles, "Whose the gothic broad?"
"Yeah, she like your sexy devoted slave or something?" The brunette chuckles and I roll my eyes back.
"Not exactly." I mutter. Micheal looks down at me without any expression and then back at the two, searching them only to find they're probably thinking something perverted and I stiffen.
