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Alma POV
I'm exploring the house and I happen upon a hidden library. It is breathtaking! There are books and shelves from floor to ceiling and it's two stories high. The ceiling is filled with beautiful molding and is circular in shape. The drapes are a dark midnight blue and velvet to touch. The dark mohogany and comfy carpet makes this place feel homey. I walk up the steps to the second story library to look at his titles. He has everything: encyclopedias, novels, romance, horror, even a manga section. I laugh at the idea of him sitting in here reading a manga.
I turn away from the shelf and run right into Jordyn. I grab my chest as my breathing accelerates, "you startled me." Jordyn laughs, "I'm sorry for scaring you. Planning to read any books?" I think on that for a moment. "Maybe," I say. I loved reading. It was one of the many escapes from my harsh reality. He surprises me by echoing my thoughts. "I used to read a lot when I was a child. It helpeRelated chapters
The Cold Floor Shopping Alma POV
I am once again in the blue room changing into my clean clothes and preparing for our "shopping" day. I've never actually been shopping and I'm not sure if I'll enjoy it, but alas it will be a new experience and isn't that why I left the shelter in the first place? I don't hear him come in, but I feel Jordyn's presence behind me as I stare out the window. I feel the sexual tension before I even look in his eyes. I close my eyes and take it all in. The desire is so palpable I wish I could harvest the feeling and bottle it for sale. I'd be a very wealthy woman. I turn to catch his eyes. He always looks so deep in thought. "We are leaving now." He grabs me by the arm and practically drags me from the room. I give him an elbow jab and inform him if my ability to walk. From them on I feel his arm wrapped around my shoulders like a couple walking down the street. It's almost like he's scared I'll bolt in the outside world.&nb
The Cold Floor The Cold Floor
The first thing I notice when I come to is the cold. Where am I? I feel around for purchase only to find smooth marble. It runs up the walls and all around me feels like a marble tomb. It's dark, wherever I am, and I find myself running through the last twenty-four hours in my head. A burlap sack with two shirts, two pair of jeans, and a toothbrush. A quiet bay window and sleeping girls in the beds around me. The rusty lock that almost gave me away. I see an empty street with flickering light. Headlights. I think they were headlights. Then blackness. Shit. I finally come to the realization that I was taken. I test my body for injury, but find only old scars and working limbs. I feel no pain, but I cannot escape the icy bite of the marble. I look around for my bag and I find it thrown in a corner of the tomb I have found myself in. I remove the clothes and dress myself in layers. I warm myself enough to stop shaking and I find myself fatigued from my shivers. I feel for a
The Cold Floor Jordyn
Through my office window I can see headlights and hear tires gliding on the smooth pavement. Returned from my errand already? It has been two months since Irene and I found myself growing bored. My work was cumbersome and I needed the distraction. I make my way to the foyer to greet my new pet. Paolo opens the front door as Anthony carries her in. I take care to look her over. She is all limbs. Skinnier than my usual preference and slight in stature. She looks so young and attractive I have to admit. However, her youth puts her at a disadvantage and I wonder if my game will take its usual course, or if it will end quicker than I'd hoped. My mind was thinking it was the latter. "Chloroform?" I ask. Pablo nods. "Im sorry sir, shes the only woman we could find. She was wandering the road in the middle of the night, yeah? What is a teenager doin' alone like that? She can't be older than fifteen. She's practically askin' to be taken. D
The Cold Floor Abnormal
A normal girl would feel fear. A normal girl would panic to awaken in a cold prison. I'm not a normal girl. So many have told me I'm not normal, and they have never let me forget it. Fear, I once knew fear. I felt fear from my Father's gaze. I felt fear late in the night when he would come to greet me, I felt fear when he doused the old house in gasoline and lit the match. My fear died with him there-with that house. I was found in the attic just before the flames reached the window. I didn't feel fear as I was carried two stories down a ladder. I didn't feel fear as I was taken in by the state. I didn't feel fear. It was like I was reborn in that ash. I didn't feel fear, no. My fear, the fear I felt for so long, was replaced with something else. I felt alive. For now, I slept. Not only did I rest but I planned. When I awoke I removed my flimsy toothbrush from the bag. A skinny affair that you would g
The Cold Floor The escape
Jordyn's POV I saw her through the hidden camera so perfectly hidden behind a clear tile. I saw her shiver and bundle herself. I saw her looking for her escape. She wouldn't find it. She looked so small in the hole as she stood on her tip toes and found the grooves to the door with no handle, no way out. As I waited for her panic to set in all I noticed was how she was oddly calm. She appeared to be in and out of sleep. She must be exhausted. She bundled her sack into a makeshift pillow and drifted off. I must have dozed off myself because when I awoke I saw her digging through her old sack. She pulled out what appeared to be a long stick. A toothbrush? She began testing the exit. "Hm, maybe she will escape quicker than I expected," I thought to myself out loud. She is smart. Images flooded my mind of the fun that would ensue upon her escape. I pictured the inevitable chase when she would run in fear.
The Cold Floor Self preservation
8 years ago... "She has no sense of self preservation. Distortion of her instincts brought on by past trauma. In a sense it may be a form of self preservation in of itself. Her lack of in turn protects her from fear and she searches for new ways to feel." My school counselor tells my foster mother as I sit on a bench waiting nearby. "What can we do? She is wild. She climbed a four story roof yesterday and was found standing out on the very edge. I'm afraid-I'm afraid she will hurt herself. Who will be held liable? I," she pauses and looks at me. "I have other fosters to care for." Whispers my guardian. "Therapy will help. I'm going to give you the number of a child psychologist. He is a good friend of mine and I think if we work in tandem we will see the best results. I do not want to put your expectations too high. Her instincts may not change, but we can try to instill boundaries. Twice a week visits for each of us. As for
The Cold Floor Jordyn
I see her emerge from my hole. She looks around the great hall. She doesn't look afraid, she looks...curious? It was difficult to tell through the lense of my wide angle camera. Hell. She looks fifteen. So young and caught so easily I almost felt bad. Anthony had told me she had been wandering around the street. They found her coming to a bridge. A runaway? I found myself growing more curious about her. It's difficult to make out her features, but I can tell she's attractive. Her limbs, though gangly, seem graceful. The beautiful arc of her neck so poised. I find myself imagining my hands around it. I can't stop the images that flood my mind. Her shackled to the cross hidden behind a banister in the great hall. Her blonde hear wrapped tightly around my fist. Oh the games we could play! I know I'm a monster. I know it's wrong. I just don't care. I compose myself and make my way down the corridor and re
The Cold Floor Jordyn’s past
20 years ago... "Jordyn, mommy needs a favor." I hear mommy say as she looks me in my eyes while I watch t.v. on the sticky floor. She always says to look at her eyes when I talk. "What is a favor?" I ask when mommy gives me a look. "Hm, a favor is when you do something nice for mommy because you love her." Mommy smiles. I get excited. I run to my room to get the picture I colored when I was watching Bug's Bunny. Mommy takes it and groans. "That's nice dear, but what I really need is for you to come with mommy to a friend's house. It will only be for a little while. Please? It will be a fun game." Mommy pouts and I touch her mouth. I don't like mommy's friends. They throw things and hit. They give her things and she acts funny. "Is she nice?" I ask. "He is very nice. Now go get your coat. We are leaving now." Mommy is already acting funny. She is scratching her neck and blinking her eyes a lot.
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