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|| Flaws || Bastille ||
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|| Flaws || Bastille ||
Cress opened her eyes with a gasp, spine tingling, sweat clinging to her back, sliding down her shirt and around her chest. Light filtered in through the heap of trash she was trapped beneath, metal surrounding her on every side. "Ellie!" Cress called, pain striking her skull. She grimaced, trying to stand. "Ellie!" Cress attempted to dig herself out, looking for her cousin. She crawled on all fours, metal cutting at her, grabbing her skin and clothing, blood making the surface slick and making Cress glad she had gotten her tetanus shot. Now where could her cousin have gone? The night before they had been sleeping in the house, wall partitioned to allow the summer air to filter inside in Sierra Nevada. Ellie had gotten up in the middle of the night, stepping outside the house and Cress followed her, confused.
They ended up in a field, Ellie looking as though she was no longer a human but a robot following some masters orders to keep going. Cress had tried to shake her out of it, she had placed both hands on her cousin's shoulders and suddenly something like lightning had struck them, sending white hot pain through Cress's body. Then she had woken up here, buried underneath a pile of rubbish. She could hear things moving, machines beeping. "Stupid scrappers," someone above her muttered, rummaging through garbage. She reached her hand up, trapped in a tunnel of garbage. "An android arm? Sweet!" Someone grabbed it, taking her arm, pulling her up. "A whole body!" They gasped as Cress surfaced, kicking trash out from underneath her. She coughed, closing one eye as blood flowed from a cut on her forehead. "Stop touching me like that!" Cress snapped as the person screamed and scurried away.
"Wait! Have you seen another girl! Black hair, blue eyes!" But the person didn't answer. Cress tried to stand, one foot sinking beneath the pile. She pulled it out, metal tearing at her skin once more. There were large machines moving around, crushing together piles of trash and stacking them in neat little squares. "Where am I? How did I end up in a junkyard?" Cress shook her shoe out. She was wearing her hiking boots, which seemed to be the only pair of shoes Cress cared to own. "Ellie!" Cress called, trying to walk. She took three steps before something beneath her collapsed and the pile rumbled, Cress falling beneath, what looked like a car part falling onto her leg, pinning her.
Cress yelped in pain, calling out for help. She tried to claw at everything around her, attempting to get back up which only cut up her fingers and made her surface slippery. Cress pressed her lips together in a thin line, knowing she was going to need someone to get her out, maybe multiple someones since her leg was pinned at an odd angle. She looked around frantically, wondering if she would have to cut off her leg to get out like that man in the movie 720 hours.
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|| I'm on Top of the World|| Imagine Dragons ||
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|| I'm on Top of the World|| Imagine Dragons ||
Something amazing was happening, Shiro could tell. The entire castle had a nervous sort of energy in the air, charging it and making it spark when Shiro rolled out of bed, putting on one of the dresses that was tailored specifically for her tiny body. What was happening? Shiro wondered. She was doing up her hair when a servant burst into the room, "Get up, get up, get up!" Shiro jumped, taking a step back. "What's wrong?" Shiro asked, "What is it?"
"The Princess has returned!"
Shiro's eyes widened. She rushed to find a pair of shoes and ran out the door behind the other servant, there was no time for breakfast, it was officially time for Shiro to begin her job and the last thing she wanted was to be late. They went through the servant door quietly, the King and Queen fretting over a sleeping form in the large bed. "Shiro, oh thank goodness." The Queen had been personally overseeing Shiro's training for the last three years and didn't hesitate to call her over. "Isn't she beautiful?" The Queen asked, gesturing to the sleeping form. Shiro nodded her head, "Yes Highness, she's very pretty." Shiro felt a slap to her face, the sting of pain as her head snapped to the side and she fell to the ground. "Yes, my Queen," the Queen hissed. "How many times do I have to tell you?" She shook her head and the collar took her words as a cue for punishment, sending an electric shock up Shiro's spine that made her whimper and tremble.
"Now, now Shiro. Take your punishment quietly, don't wake the Princess up."
"Yes my Queen." Shiro said once she could stand again. "Good girl," the queen pat her head, careful not to disrupt the intricate hairstyle she had taught Shiro to do every morning. "The Princess is only to be surrounded by beautiful things and you Shiro, are a beautiful girl. That's why you will serve her," they were in a separate part of the bedroom, the sitting area. The bedroom was right behind the door which was closed. They were standing on the balcony overseeing the Ashia, the wind making Shiro's skirt flair up and she put her hands down in an attempt to keep her panties from showing.
"You flatter me Queen," Shiro said, struggling to be heard over the wind but the Queen didn't seem to care. She was pacing, posture perfect, dress freshly pressed, looking as a Queen should. "Never grow Shiro, it wouldn't do for you to be taller than the Princess." The King and Queen had purposely stunted Shiro's growth, making her wear a brace of sorts so that she couldn't get any taller than she was now. Stay cute and small, that had been the primary objective until the Princess returned.
Now her life was bound to serve the Princess, she was a puppet, a doll for the Princess to play with as she saw fit. Even if the Princess wanted to use Shiro's body Shiro wasn't allowed to resist, such was the life of a servant. Shiro didn't mind though, or at least that's what she continued to tell herself through training. Shiro would be the best Lady in Waiting, she was determined to accomplish that much.