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Arabella and Lilith

Arabella stared at her feet her mind a dismal state of grey upon reflecting on the world in which she lived in. A place where not even dreams were not tainted or left intact. She felt bad, maybe what she had said had been to negative, but it was their reality. Ara was also afraid of what would become of Ridley if she did try to escape. Ara didn't have many friends so the ones she had she treasured, not outwardly so much but inwardly. She opened her mouth to continue what she had been saying when Ebony spoke up.

"What are you talking about anyway?" Ara laughed lightly. "And good morning to you too Ebs," She said lightly her mind brighter and her eyes looking up towards the roof. "Riddles was just asking me if I ever thought of escaping and living outside this place. So what about you Ebony, do you?" Arabella asked playfully trying to lighten the mood.

Lilith listened meekly to the others' conversation. Freedom, now wasn't that a novel concept indeed. She agreed intirely with everything her sister had said, of course they wanted out, but while they talked a big talk when given the chance they wouldn't go. Anyone freak didn't know what humans thought of them was living with their eyes closed. It was obvious how they felt about the freaks here, so why would they be anymore welcoming to them when they weren't behind bars? Though that was only her opinion, her reality, others could be different. "Ridley, don't ever let someone else push you around and tell you that you aren't worth anything. While me and my sister may never know true freedom, that doesn't mean the same for you. What may only be our dream may very well become your reality yeah?" Lilith said almost serenely to Ridley. She had an idea how the girl may have been feeling and secretly she wanted Ridley and whoever else left with her to succeed in finding their freedom.

         Ridley stuck to the ceiling, her exhibit currently empty of audience members. She yawned, tired. She had been doing aerial and jumps for the past hour or so. Her body was ready to sleep. It was no sooner, that she contemplated coming down and sitting by the front of the cage, that some audience members showed up.

She knew them anywhere. The Comic Book Club as they dubbed themselves, even though they weren't really part of a club. One of them was the owner of a comic book store, and the little group with him were either his employees or dedicated customers. They all wore the same black t-shirt with Comic Book Club written on the back in green letters.

They had practically swarmed to her cage, their hands wrapping around the bars. They called her name several times, excited to see her. She hated them, more than she could stand.

She had half a mind to just stay up in the shadows, hidden from their view, but knew that if Jack came around and saw her ignoring audience members, he would probably beat her with a stick. Finally, she began moving, carefully moving across the ceiling down to the front bars. The moment they saw her, they cheered happily, their hands reaching out to touch her.

She recoiled back, not liking the idea of being touched by something that only saw her as a nerdy sexual object. She could see it in their eyes, the lust as their pupils dilated. She always felt uncomfortable, like she wasn't wearing enough.

They cheered for her, begging her to do something, but she couldn't bring herself to move. She wanted to disappear in the darkness, never to be seen by these crazy lunatics. She would take the beating from Jack, if it meant that she didn't have to perform for these men.

"C'mon Widow," One of them cooed reaching into the cage. He managed to grab her ankle before she could get away.

She struggled against his grip, but he was stronger than he appeared. She tried to shoot a web, a pull herself to safety, but the man dragged her towards the bars before she could shoot one off. He pulled her legs through the gaps in the bars, his hands feeling up her thighs. The others grabbed her arms, and squeezed her face.

She struggled against their grip before finally kicking the one that had originally grabbed her in the face, and hissing revealing her fangs. She could feel the venom coming out, ready to attack, but she quickly shot a web and pulled herself back up to the ceiling into the shadows.

The men slowly walked away leaving her cage empty. She made herself a small web, cradling herself into it's silky strings. Jack could beat her all he wanted, she was not coming down for the rest of the day.