Involving abduction and cake – and an unreliable narrator.
Oh you’ve woken up! That’s good. I was starting to worry about you. They don’t normally take that long to wake up. I’m sorry I had to give you the injection, but you wouldn’t come with me otherwise.
Now, now, no struggling! You don’t want me to give you another injection, now do you? Nobody likes needles. I certainly don’t. There we are. That’s better. Gosh you’re so pretty. I do so very much like pretty things. I collect them. That’s why you’re here. No, no, silly, I’m not collecting you! You can’t collect people. I’m just going to take some pictures of you when we have our tea party. Yes, I’m throwing a tea party just for you. I’ve got cakes. I’ve got you a pretty dress too. We’ll be so very happy together. Isn’t this fun?
I’m sorry about the room. It’s really quite ugly isn’t it? It used to be pretty when the cleaner came, but she stopped coming. Everybody stopped coming. And the furniture… oh yes I had to put it all against the door to stop the children in the street from trying to kick it in. Speaking of which, when you go, can you talk to them? Just a little bit? Tell them how lovely I am and then maybe they’ll stop throwing bricks at the windows. I used to like having windows. It’s very cold in here now.
Now, I have to do your hair and get you dressed ready for tea, okay? Your hair did get a bit messy after I had to put you in the boot of my car to get you home. Now you have to sit up straight, dear. Well because otherwise I can’t brush your hair. Come on now, or I’ll have to get that syringe out again. Or worse, I’ll have to get that buzzing thing. You know those things? The electric shock thing. They make such a strange noise. I don’t like them. They’re worse than the needles.
There we are. Don’t you look lovely with your hair brushed! Stop flinching like that, I’m not going to hurt you. Now I’m going to take the handcuffs off now, but you have to promise not to struggle else I’ll have to give you the injection. Okay? Good. Now I can see your pretty wrists. You’re so very beautiful aren’t you? Yes, very, very beautiful. Hmm, now you have to put your dress on. No don’t worry I shan’t look. Oh no, I won’t, I promise you. Trust me. There look I’ve turned right around. Now you be good, don’ t try anything naughty.
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