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Delia Denight

Father wont be happy. Maybe this time I will fall asleep sooner.

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a character in “Masters Mansion”, as played by DandelionDelia

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Name: Delia Denight
Nickname: D, Del, Dely
Age: 17
Gender: Female
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Likes: The quiet, Light, Empty Rooms, Children
Dislikes: Men, Woman, Darkness, Admitting she is scared
Dreams: Sleeping in the dark, Finding a place where her fears dont follow, Being safe
Fears: Her father finding her, Being forced back into that life, Men
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Personality: She is very timid, and often scared. She has fears that will often take control of her life. She used to be a fun loving girl, that didn't have a care in the world. She doesn't believe her dreams will come true. She also believes her father is behind this, and is just trying to get her hopes up.
History: Her mom died when she gave birth to Delia and (Boy One). After that it was always just them and her father. Then her father got remarried. It took her a couple of years, but she learned that she wasn't the only woman in her dads life, anymore. Shortly after her tenth birthday, her step-mom died, in a mugging. Her father started drinking and lost his job. After she turned 13 her father started renting her out for guys, while he did drugs with (Boy One). Every time she tried to leave or would say no, he would beat her until she couldn't move for days.
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Other: Her twin brother is (Boy One). He often dosnt know about her being 'rented out', because he is doing drugs with their father. He is the only man she trusts.
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So begins...

Delia Denight's Story

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I looked over to Dameon and slipped on my mask. "I love you, Dameon." With that I got out of the car. I looked down at my outfit, a simple sun dress that had tight knit blue and whtie stripes going all around it, at different angles. I could see a few other people standing around, but I was to afraid to move foreword. Suddenly I wanted to be back in the car, with my brother comforting me. I didn't want to move foreword anymore. My breathing speeded up and my vision blurred. I forced the tears away though. I wasn't going to let Dameon see me cry. I turned to look at him one last time, then proceeded foreword. My hands betrayed me, though, and moved backwards, reaching for my brother. I had always had him with me, my whole life I still needed him. My breaths started getting worse, with every step. I could feel my heart rate picking up. I could feel my steps starting to waver, but I forced myself to keep moving. I reached the crowd and I saw big men standing around. The memories of being kidnapped, and every night before that, came back. I felt my knees start to weaken. I knew I was about to fall. I could feel myself falling. I waited for the ground to hit my head, but it never did. I realized I had been imagining it, and had just went pale. I took a deep breath then looked back, for my brother.

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Earlier that day, Dameon had taken a morphine hit. The effects were taking hold now, and good thing too. If he was sober, there would be two pairs of people screaming for each other. That was a situation he would have rather avoided.

He wasn't even sure how he hadn't fallen over. The images in front of him swam, and he suddenly wanted to go swimming himself. He heard Delia's voice, but not her words. He did see her hand, painted expressionistically against the dark canvas that was the pavement. Instinctively, if a bit desperately, he took it. He knew that he was supposed to be reassuring and comforting her, but the glazed eyes from behind the Guy Fawkes mask needed guidance. He, of course, picked the mask for its prominence in V for Vendetta. It was the only mask he recognized. For some reason, that was important to him. Everything else was so dream-like, he needed something he could call real.

Dameon felt Delia's hand slide away from his, and he momentarily panicked. He was lost. The stairs loomed and shifted. He must have been dragged up the steps, because he knew there was no way be could have climbed them himself. The doors grew taller in front, and his eyes hurt. He blinked hard, and decided to just stare at the inside of his mask when they reopened.

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(I dont think the others are on right now. I dont want you guys to have to suffer, so we will just continue.)

Welcome, Children! Iam so glad you have arrived. Some of us are running late, so we will just have a little bit of fun. When they arrive we will continue as planned. Until then, I would like the lovely ladies to follow Jerome up to your floor. Jerome wave your hand high, so the ladies can see it. Alright, you may be off now, to the third floor. Now for our handsome heros, If you would follow Alexander he will show you to your floor. Now dont go wandering off of your floor, unless to a lower floor event. Alexander do the same as Jerome, show them to the second floor. I hope you all enjoy your stay, there will be arrangements for you to do things on your floor.

I saw the fight break out and the man scared me. I felt like huddling in the corner. His anger reminded me so much of my father. The poor girl, must have been his sister. She seemed so scared, then she just stopped. I felt my breaths quicken, my stomach lurch, and my hands get clammy. I felt that falling feeling again, but it lasted a while so I knew it was just a feeling. Then I heard a voice and it frightened me. I realized it was the man who kidnapped us. I looked around for Dameon, I wanted to see him before I left, so I didn't immediately follow when the guy started walking away. I saw him all fuzzy standing at the top of the steps. I ran over to him and latched on. "I love you so much Dameon. At the events, find me please. I dont want to be stuck with that guy." I motioned towards the man who was still screaming.

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Tess walked behind Jerome along with two other girls, who were intimidatingly pretty. "This just isn't right," Tess thought. "I hope you enjoy your stay? Yeah, I'm enjoying being held captive, alright." After a bit of walking, they arrived at their floor. Tess opened the door to her room and saw a room that looked, well, old. The room was all dark wood, silky fabric, and buttery candlelight. It was beautiful. There were books everywhere, and she had a gorgeous view of the surrounding forest, but somehow, Tess hated it. She had been kidnapped and now she was in an unknown place, with several complete strangers. Home would have been better. At least then, she knew that her mother would come back home, and she'd have a few days of relative safety. Her old stubborn spirit, which had been smothered over the years, was starting to come back. "...I need... to find a way out. I don't want to be here."

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I followed the others up the stairs and found my only chance to cry. I knew once in the building there would be people always watching, and father only wants to see me cry. The tears disappeared when I walked through the doors, and was led to my room. I saw a schedule for the upcoming events on the wall next to the door. It said tonight there was supposed to be a ball, but they did not allow us to retrieve stuff from home, and I had nothing anyway. Shortly after laying down, about to fall asleep, when the door opened. "Miss, it is time to get ready."

I looked at him confused, then I realized what he was talking about. "I have nothin-" I was cut off when a woman walked in with a stunning dress. It was a brownish color with sparkles all over it. It had a couple of ribbons around the waist, then it flared out, and under the breasts. It was sleeveless, and had a jewel between the breasts. Another woman brought in black silk gloves and shoes. After they put the cloths on me, they brought worked on my hair, pushing it to the side and leaving half on my back. It was slightly curled. I had to admit I looked stunning. I just couldn't help but wonder who father had planned for me tonight. When I was ready they escorted me downstairs to a ballroom. There were others dancing, but I decided to wander off to the side. I had hopes of finding Dameon.

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The effects of the morphine was starting to dwindle as Dameon was hand-dressed by the two attendants, one male, one female, who entered his room just as he was coming out of his stupor. The suit was a little less conventional than most, but Dameon liked that it wasn't all black tuxedo. At least the pinstripe had some personality. He very nearly demanded a bowtie, but his mouth didn't want to work for him.

He zoned out as they did his hair. He must have been quite a mess, since they had to add just a tad bit of make-up to make him look more lively. They even put concealer under his eyes. He had horribly dark bags, both from the drugs and lack of sleep, which was funny, since Dameon thought he slept all the time. As they put the mask on him, he thought it was even more hilarious that they put so much attention on his face.

Downstairs, Dameon immediately looked for his sister. He didn't know anyone else here, and he knew Delia would secure him into reality. He found her on the side, and he snuck up behind her playfully and just stood inches away from her back, waiting for her to notice. Everything still moved too fast or too slow, but at least he could see things a little better. The extremities of the high had, for the most part, passed.

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(Sorry the trip was extended.)

I was standing alone, looking for Dameon, when I felt someone come up behind me. I tensed up, but ignored them. After a while, when they didn't go away, I finally turned around. "Dame! Your finally here!" I wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him close. I finally pulled away and stood as close to him as possible. "I cant do this." I finally whispered, my eyes on the ground. "This is all fathers plan, he wont be happy if I do this." A couple of the men, standing guard you could say, came over and told us we needed to find a partner, and dance. I grabbed Dameon's hand, taking him to the dance floor. "Dont make me dance with anyone else, please." I knew I should have let him go, but I was to scared.

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Tess saw the two pretty girls from earlier, the very calm boy, and the boy who appeared to be high. She had no idea where the angry boy was. One of the big men that had taken her to the mansion came up to her. "Excuse me, miss, but you must find someone to dance with." She looked around the ballroom and saw that the other kidnappees were being told similar things. The high boy and his sister paired up immediately, and I figured that the other girl would want to dance with her brother. That left the excessively calm boy. She tentatively walked over to him and crouched down next to him. She pulled her skirt over her exposed leg and inwardly cursed the slit in her skirt. "Um, hi. I'm Tess. Wanna dance?" Tess cringed at her utter awkwardness. No wonder she hadn't gotten a date for prom. "I mean, if you don't want to, that's completely fine-"

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Dameon nodded, grinning. "Of course, Delia. I'd do anything for you."

He held her casually, not too intimate not too awkward, and swayed to the music. When he was sober, he was a fairly good dancer, but it was difficult now to make his legs do exactly what he wanted. "You lead," he told her quietly, "I know you can do it."

The song changed to a slower pace, and Dameon grin spread wider. "I love this song," he said, "Makes you want to hold someone tight." He didn't act on his words, though. He wasn't that high. But the emotions were getting to him, and he felt his eyes well up at the beauty of the truthfully somewhat generic love song. "Doesn't it? Doesn't it make you want to hold someone tight?" He spotted a couple just starting to dance, and voiced his question louder. "Doesn't this song make you want to hold her tight?" he asked the guy.

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I was happy dancing with him, like a brother and sister danced. Of course I took lead when he asked, I had often done this at home when father would leave, and he was on his high. Then he seemed to get all excited, and started talking to someone. I realized there was another couple close to us, I instinctively moved so I was hidden, by the much taller Dameon.Then brought my attention to his words. His words made me want to cry. My brother wanted love. I couldn't keep him from that, that would be just horrible of me. So I did what I thought would make my brother happy. "Dame, go dance with a girl you can hold tight. There are so many girls here, I am sure they would love to dance with you. You deserve to dance like that. Maybe they will play the song again." There was so much hope in my voice, hope that he would be happy. I pulled away slightly, giving him his chance to leave. "I will be fine, I promise. I have to go to the bathroom anyway." THe last part I practically whispered to him. I soon realized I did something I often did, when I was with those men. I put on a fake happy face, one that I wore so often I occasionally believed it. "Go on now. Father doesn't want me dancing anyway." It came out as a mumble, but I still held that fake happy face.

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Tess smiled a little bit. "Um.... I mean.... Yeah, I'd love to.... But..... Uh.... Haha I can't really dance..." the boy said. "It's fine, neither can I. Apologies in advance if I step on your feet with these daggers that are currently attached to my feet," she said, gesturing to her shoes. They made their way onto the actual dance floor. The brother and sister- twins, presumably- were dancing. The boy was still a bit out of it, and the two of them were talking to each other quietly. The girl shied away from Tess and her dance partner, who she still hadn't gotten the name of. As the music changed to a more mellow tune, the high boy asked quite loudly, "Doesn't this song make you want to hold her tight?" Tess stiffened. PDAs were not quite a comfortable thing for Tess, especially with people she just met. She looked away slightly. The song went on, and Tess was almost half-wanting to know the boy's answer.