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Valentine Dream
#WritcoStoryChallenge
The setting was perfect. Candlelight, polished cutlery and a single rose set in a delicate vase at each table.
Everything seemed at place.
The clock's hands point to midnight, and a man in a neat suit suddenly walks in the grand room.
He looks straight ahead, eyes in concentration, focused about something on his mind.
He reached the center stage, and tapped lightly on the microphone, sending an instant feedback around the room.
The feedback woke Wendy up. She tilted her head to one side in annoyance, suddenly feeling tightness and pain around her wrists. Her mind raced as her vision adjusted into focus. She realized she was tied to a chair. She tried to move around, but her wrists were stuck. Panic started to rise from her stomach. She noticed she was dressed up in a beautiful sequin dress, and felt her face heavy with make-up. She wanted to get out. This couldn't be happening to her.
She was about to scream when someone else did. An ear-splitting scream rang in the room.
She looked around, searched for the sound.
What she saw sent chills down her spine.
Several young women who were beautifully dressed up are tied to their chairs in individual tables.
Several screams followed.
They were panicking, crying, trying to get out.
Wendy looked up at the spotlight on the stage and noticed the man in the neat suit.
"Ladies, ladies, there's no reason to panic."
The screams didn't stop. One practicular girl from Wendy's side kept screaming so loud. She was cursing and crying at the same time. Her voice drowned out the rest of the screams. Wendy started to get a headache from all of it.
The man, out of frustration and annoyance suddenly took a remote from his coat pocket, gave one of the buttons a push, and the girl who screamed the loudest was buzzed with electric shock.
The room fell into instant silence.
"That seems better." He said. "You can scream all you want, but no one will hear you."
He fixed his tie dramatically, and composed himself, as if he was about to give a speech. Wendy didn't know this man. She thought no one in this room did.
"Allow me to introduce myself." The man started to say.
"I am the love of all of you. This Valentine's Day, for 24 hours you get to be with me, and in the end, I will choose the one for me."
Wendy closed her mouth in shock, and bit her lip to stifle her cry.
A woman across from her was sobbing, unable to control the tears flowing down her face.
The man stopped talking, and hit a button on the remote again.
A spotlight shone on the girl across Wendy.
The girl was wearing a tight red dress, her hair fixed in a messy bun. She was shaking badly. Wendy could see the eyeliner drip down in black ink from her eyes down to her cheeks. She stained her red lipstick too.
"Tsk," the man shook his head in disapproval. "You ruined your makeup."
The man hit a button once more and the girl was given an electric shock.
Everyone gasped.
"You see, if you're good to me, I will be good to you."
Wendy was trying to focus on all this, when she noticed someone trying to break free from the ropes. She looked at her own wrists. It seemed impossible to get out of because the ropes weren't simply tied in the ends. It was attached mechanically to the bottom of the chair.
"No, don't."
"Ssh, please."
She heard the others saying.
A spotlight shone on the woman trying to get away. She was gnawing on the ropes with her teeth. She looked fit, and seemed just like the kind of person who could break or escape in this kind of situation.
She was electrocuted as well.
"Ladies, " the man chuckled, although his eyes spoke of anger. "This is a time of love. I haven't even introduced myself yet and you're acting like idiots."
"He just wants us to obey him, that's all we have to do. Let's just do what he tells us, everything will be alright."
Wendy could hear one woman speaking hushly in the back.
"What was that?" The man looked ahead. Wendy could feel his eyes landing on her. She prayed he didn't mistake her for the girl behind her.
The room went dead quiet.
"Look, I spent a lot of time dressing some of you up, doing your hair. All of this," he gestured around the room "...is a one man job. Think about the effort I made to put you here. You should be thankful. You ladies, don't have anything better to do today. You went about complaining on social media, ranting about not having a boyfriend to go on a date with. Well, here I am giving it to you! What's the drama?"
The man looked around the room. When no one budged, he smiled.
"Okay, everything seems in order for our official program, are you all ready?"
The lights dimmed, with only the candlielights on each table giving light around the room. A visual presentation was projected on stage. It was hearts, millions of little hearts falling from the skies.
"Welcome to the 3rd edition of my Special Valentine's Date Program!"
An applause boomed in every speaker around the room.
Every woman...
The setting was perfect. Candlelight, polished cutlery and a single rose set in a delicate vase at each table.
Everything seemed at place.
The clock's hands point to midnight, and a man in a neat suit suddenly walks in the grand room.
He looks straight ahead, eyes in concentration, focused about something on his mind.
He reached the center stage, and tapped lightly on the microphone, sending an instant feedback around the room.
The feedback woke Wendy up. She tilted her head to one side in annoyance, suddenly feeling tightness and pain around her wrists. Her mind raced as her vision adjusted into focus. She realized she was tied to a chair. She tried to move around, but her wrists were stuck. Panic started to rise from her stomach. She noticed she was dressed up in a beautiful sequin dress, and felt her face heavy with make-up. She wanted to get out. This couldn't be happening to her.
She was about to scream when someone else did. An ear-splitting scream rang in the room.
She looked around, searched for the sound.
What she saw sent chills down her spine.
Several young women who were beautifully dressed up are tied to their chairs in individual tables.
Several screams followed.
They were panicking, crying, trying to get out.
Wendy looked up at the spotlight on the stage and noticed the man in the neat suit.
"Ladies, ladies, there's no reason to panic."
The screams didn't stop. One practicular girl from Wendy's side kept screaming so loud. She was cursing and crying at the same time. Her voice drowned out the rest of the screams. Wendy started to get a headache from all of it.
The man, out of frustration and annoyance suddenly took a remote from his coat pocket, gave one of the buttons a push, and the girl who screamed the loudest was buzzed with electric shock.
The room fell into instant silence.
"That seems better." He said. "You can scream all you want, but no one will hear you."
He fixed his tie dramatically, and composed himself, as if he was about to give a speech. Wendy didn't know this man. She thought no one in this room did.
"Allow me to introduce myself." The man started to say.
"I am the love of all of you. This Valentine's Day, for 24 hours you get to be with me, and in the end, I will choose the one for me."
Wendy closed her mouth in shock, and bit her lip to stifle her cry.
A woman across from her was sobbing, unable to control the tears flowing down her face.
The man stopped talking, and hit a button on the remote again.
A spotlight shone on the girl across Wendy.
The girl was wearing a tight red dress, her hair fixed in a messy bun. She was shaking badly. Wendy could see the eyeliner drip down in black ink from her eyes down to her cheeks. She stained her red lipstick too.
"Tsk," the man shook his head in disapproval. "You ruined your makeup."
The man hit a button once more and the girl was given an electric shock.
Everyone gasped.
"You see, if you're good to me, I will be good to you."
Wendy was trying to focus on all this, when she noticed someone trying to break free from the ropes. She looked at her own wrists. It seemed impossible to get out of because the ropes weren't simply tied in the ends. It was attached mechanically to the bottom of the chair.
"No, don't."
"Ssh, please."
She heard the others saying.
A spotlight shone on the woman trying to get away. She was gnawing on the ropes with her teeth. She looked fit, and seemed just like the kind of person who could break or escape in this kind of situation.
She was electrocuted as well.
"Ladies, " the man chuckled, although his eyes spoke of anger. "This is a time of love. I haven't even introduced myself yet and you're acting like idiots."
"He just wants us to obey him, that's all we have to do. Let's just do what he tells us, everything will be alright."
Wendy could hear one woman speaking hushly in the back.
"What was that?" The man looked ahead. Wendy could feel his eyes landing on her. She prayed he didn't mistake her for the girl behind her.
The room went dead quiet.
"Look, I spent a lot of time dressing some of you up, doing your hair. All of this," he gestured around the room "...is a one man job. Think about the effort I made to put you here. You should be thankful. You ladies, don't have anything better to do today. You went about complaining on social media, ranting about not having a boyfriend to go on a date with. Well, here I am giving it to you! What's the drama?"
The man looked around the room. When no one budged, he smiled.
"Okay, everything seems in order for our official program, are you all ready?"
The lights dimmed, with only the candlielights on each table giving light around the room. A visual presentation was projected on stage. It was hearts, millions of little hearts falling from the skies.
"Welcome to the 3rd edition of my Special Valentine's Date Program!"
An applause boomed in every speaker around the room.
Every woman...
