Chapter 450
— You can’t take this off, Elizabeth, or I’ll get mad. You hear me my loved... Lo~ved Elizabeth~? —
’... No... not this again... please tell me this is a dream... I can’t go through the same twice...’ — Weak although at least conscious, my hands came to cover our eyes in some kind of desperate gesture reluctant to believe this reality we lived. I felt tired and dizzy... probably because of the drug he must have used to take us here... but my soul was shaking. Terribly fearful and in grief...
I already had been kidnapped once... by a psychopath who also liked torturing me... and simply knowing there was no way for this to be a dream with all the memories we had about it... made me feel helpless because it was another crazy man that had kidnapped us.
"hmn....!" — ’D*mn it...’
As if it wasn’t enough torture to recall so well my past life, the other things that happened before Paul appeared were also reminded to myself as I saw I was still wearing the dress we used at the Ball.
Whether it was because not that many hours had passed or because Paul at least didn’t try dressing us unlike... unlike Seth did with me..... it was the sight of the beautiful dress that strengthened the miserable feeling I had over my whole being.
’This has to be a nightmare... It can’t be that... everything will end like this.’ — As if forgetting the shackles in my feet, I moved to try and reach the water my eye noticed at a nearby table. Trembling insanely and uncontrollably from the nerves since the awareness of what was happening slowly was sinking in in my dizzy head that needed the drink to wake up even if a little.
*Clink-clank...*
"__!"
But then, the sound of them sent a shiver down my spine. Even though it was so very brief and soft a noise... it froze me in place terrified.