Lovable Dark-side
I might be a scarf. Who knows?
Smile sweetly
"Smile sweetly darling,tell the lies like they're the truth,and do everything I say,then maybe you will surivie here.But if you disobey the punishments are servear and you won't last that long,"That is what Mother,or Father say right before bed,making sure we remebered the rules,but the truth is we never forgot them,mostly because if we did.It wouldn't end well with us.
We weren't born here you know.These people we call Mother and Father aren't our parents and we don't want to be here.We were taken all of us at the age of four,but at different times,so we are all different ages.Some older,others younger.Yet,always taken at the age of four.
There use to be more of us.Twelve in all,but the others disappeared.One night Father came in and just took them and they were never seen again.But we all know what happen,even thought Father said they went away.We all know they're dead.They didn't follow the rules and they went poof,or maybe they were examples of what could happen to us.
Plot: You have been kidnapped at one point,or another by a couple who call themselves Mother and Father.They take you rename you and break you down your to point where you don't even know if the life you had,before them was real,or just a hazy dream.But you do know something it is wrong the way they treat you.Locked up in the downstairs basement with only each other to keep you sane,but you listen and don't fight back,because if you do well it doesn't turn out well.
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<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_09/House.jpg.bee395d0b711a80482a94e386398164a.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="6649" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_09/House.jpg.bee395d0b711a80482a94e386398164a.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> (This is the house we live in. The children live in the basement)<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_09/57a8be294284b_Theroom.jpg.09e3527c5803b69cf2aad4d5175ae8f2.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="6653" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_09/57a8be294284b_Theroom.jpg.09e3527c5803b69cf2aad4d5175ae8f2.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> (This without the windows and more damp and dark)
Claudia, also known as Mother sits down in her lavender high back chair, in which she always sat when she was thinking. She rests right arm upon the plush, velvet arm rest and sighs, it was quite in the house this morning and it irked her. The children, her children should have been upstairs by now ready for morning inspection. She crosses legs attempting to get in a more comfortable position and takes in a big breath, and leans forward, like she was fixing to get out of the chair. But changes her mind and sits down. Mother taps her fingers on the armrest impatiently and waits for another minute or so, before getting up, smoothing out the folds of her dress as she does and walks over to the steps that headed downward into the downstairs basement. She stands there for a few moment and cold smile dancing across her lips.