It's finally here! The long-awaited co-post! But wait - it's even better! It's not one, not two, but a whole compilation of co-posts! (In case you can't tell, I'm quite excited by all this.) ~My talented and sarcastic friend Ankur and I have put together a story relating to the nefarious effects of sin. Inspired by Dante's Inferno, this story will be broken up into parts and scattered amongst our respective blogs. Though this prevents us from keeping the story in a tidy, neat package on one blog, we decided it was the best way to not only keep you anticipating more, but to also present to you both of our blogs. Ankur is an incredible writer, so be sure to check out some of his other posts as well! ~
Part One can be read at The Devil's Advocate, Ankur's blog. ~
Part Two
The blood froze in my veins and my heart sank. I crawled back into the corner of the dark space, hugged my ragged teddy bear close to my heart and felt the hot, wet tears stream down my face. I sniffed loudly, then immediately covered my mouth and held my breath, but it was enough. He knew where I was. Thundering footfalls came ever closer to my secret hiding place. The small door crashed open, and in came that awful man. I saw him in all his despicable glory for the very first time, illuminated by the faint light behind him. He wore that exact suit which my brothers had always gawked at in the window of the local tailor shop, and his large pipe blew a noxious cloud of foul smoke around his fat lips. A felt hat covered his thick brow.
As he dragged me out by my hair my mother fell at his feet, clutching his pant leg and sobbing for my life. The monster kicked her away, and I heard a dull thud when she hit a wall. I broke free of his grasp and ran towards the crumpled form of my mother lying on the ground. I lifted her bloody head onto my lap as the blood covered my hands and she lay silent, unmoving on the cold hard floor. I stared hard into the coal black eyes of Mr. Williams, stared down the monster that had hurt the light of my life, when suddenly a dark cloth covered my mouth. I tried to scream as I felt my consciousness slipping away, but my eyelids closed into darkness.
I awoke to the soft clip-clopping of horses on the road and the sound of wheels rattling over stone. The seat of the carriage I was in felt soft, its velvety smoothness deceptively shrouding me in pleasure. As my mind cleared from the heavy fog of sleep, my eyes snapped open, and I saw that despicable face sitting across from me, twirling one of the golden rings on his fat fingers, wearing a smug grin as he stared into my eyes. As I looked away in distaste, I had to hold back the urge to cry, fighting hard so that I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.
“You know he sold you to pay off his debt,” he said, his grating voice violating my ears as his bitter words stung my soul. I glared at him.
“My father would never sell his only daughter to a monster like you,” I quietly replied, seething with rage.
His laughter boomed throughout the carriage, unsettling everything, even the horses, as he said “You’d be surprised at the depths people will go to for money.”
“Monsters like you, maybe,” I quietly muttered, refusing to engage in any more conversation with my kidnapper.
Suddenly, the carriage jerked to a stop, and a footman opened the door. Peeking outside, a terrible sight met my eyes.
People, hundreds of them, stood on pedestals as a sea of wealthy landowners with cruel expressions on their faces argued over the price of each person. The scene made me sick to my stomach.
“What is this place?" I asked.
He just laughed and told me that this place was my future, where he took all the girls who had been sold to him. And at that moment, the tears I had been holding back so strongly leaked out as I began to cry, for I finally saw what I had become: a slave girl, never to see my family again.
Part Three shall be up Monday the 23rd, at The Devil's Advocate. We shall be posting daily, so please be patient! ~
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