The Dollhouse

Chapter 3

The Dollhouse

Seirra's POV

I awoke in a bed that I assume is mine. The familiar sheets wrapped around my body giving me comfort while yesterdays memories still lingered in my head. Was it all a bad dream? A small smile crept along my face. Everything was ok, it was all just a really bad nightmare. I slowly drifted back to sleep, breathing in the familiar scent of fabric softener.

But something stopped me because, something was wrong. I quickly sat up only to receive a head rush making me dizzy. As soon as I recovered I stood up, taking in my surroundings. My bed with its fluffy white covers, my worn down nightstand still the same pale blue, my great grandmothers dresser, cherry red and all, my mirror that hung on my door, the pale yellow walls that I resented but learned to deal with. All was in order but why did it feel so wrong?

Then it hit me. The usual warmth in my room is gone, the scent of breakfast being made downstairs by my mom is gone. But why? I look towards my window, that usually is partially hidden by white curtains that can't seem to keep the sun or its heat out. I start walking towards it and sure enough, I've found my answer. There is no sun behind it, no anything except a concrete wall that seems to stretch out forever.

"What the hell," I think aloud. Yesterdays events wasn't just a dream. But it can't be. I wasn't really just kidnapped from work in a white van and knocked out only to wake up in a room similar to mine, was I? Who am I kidding? This room isn't just similar, it's exactly like mine. The bastard even changed my clothes! I was wearing my work clothes now, I had on sweats and a t-shirt. Anger surged through my veins. The bastard took the time to undress me and then continued to dress me up like his little doll.

"Hello."

Huh? Did I just hear someone? "Uh hello? Who's there?"

"Hello. Please exit your room and follow the lighted pathway."

Alex's POV

I just couldn't believe it. There's just no way someone would want to harm Sierra. She's kind, fun, loving and just a beautiful person in general. Sure she had a mean streak and a fiery personality but she was also the most caring person I knew. Theres just no way.

"Hey! Earth to lover boy!"

"Huh?"

"You still in there?"

"uh.. yea, yea I'm still here. Uh what's up?"

"Whats up? Is that how you answer an officer?"

I signed loudly, clearing not having it. This officer has been giving me a hard time since i've arrived and for no damn reason. "What can I do for you?" I answered him with complete politeness like my mama always told me. The police will hold anything against you if you're of color, even if you were raised in the white neighborhood like I was. Makes no difference to them, a shame really.

"Do you know anybody that would want to harm Sierra or put her in danger?"

"No. Everybody loves Sierra."

He started laughing at me. It made my blood boil. Did he think this was a joke? Sierra was kidnapped! My Sierra could be lying in a ditch and he sits here laughing.

"Clearly not if someone went out of their way to kidnap her." I don't know how I did it but i managed to suppress the urge to hit him.

Sierra's POV

Was I going crazy or did someone just instruct me to leave this replica of my room? I looked around, searching for any clues that would indicate where the voice was coming from only to find a camera in the far corner of my room. So the bastard is watching me? At this I was far from anger. Pure rage coursed through my body. My finger tips became hot and heavy as I curled them into fists.

What am I to this disgusting, inhumane, distasteful being? A damn doll? In his dollhouse?

"Hello. Please exit your ro-"

"I heard you the first time b***h," I yell at the camera. I made my way towards the door, only hesitating for a second. What lies beyond this door? I sign thinking, there's only one way to find out.

I twist the knob slowly, hoping there isn't someone waiting for me. I take a deep breath and push open. I faint gasp escapes my lips. Behind the door was only more concrete, hallways twisting and twining leading to god knows where.

I step out of the room and the door arubtly slams behind me, making me jump. I follow the lighted path that leads me to another door. Great, I wonder what could be behind this one, I thought sarcastically.

I grab the handle and push open the door and stop. I couldn't believe it. The bastard didn't just grab me. I'm not alone. But this thought doesn't ease my anxiety. In fact, it terrifies me.

"Kasey?"