Persecutions of the worst kind

Chapter 4: Unwanted feelings

Michelangelo’s POV


Could this really be true? Had my mother committed such a heroic thing. I hadn’t know my real parents very well and frankly I didn’t like talking about it unless I had to and since I don’t have to ill just let it fly but something I couldn’t let fly was my new appearance. I was a completely new person and that really was beginning to affect me. How could this happen? Why didn’t I know this before and why now? There were so many things running through my mind and I couldn’t control it. I couldn’t stop to calm down even for a second because now I was being carried off by a man that I hadn’t known for more than a few hours in a house that I wasn’t familiar with and in a body that was not my own. Ironic…I say not!

“I get it. This is all a dream and any second ill awake in my dorm….any minute now,” I say, closing my eyes and breathing deeply. Maybe if I wanted so much for things to go back to the way they were then they would. Or could I just be and idiot. Possibly both.

“This is no dream Michel my love. This is reality at its best,” I hear him say, his voice like a poisonous snake ready to inject its venom into me but right now I was too tired to protest. The whole “new me” thing had worn me out along with that drink that was pretty much forced down my throat, not really.

“This has to be a dream. Maybe my whole life is a dream and everything in it is a dream,” I say, eyes still closed and breaths still heavy and deep. There was no way that I could face the reality I was in. A nymph? How could this be? I was thinking along the lines of warlock or demon but nymph? Why me and why now? Everything was too much. I just want to die and save myself the trouble.

“Michel I want you to clean yourself up do you understand? Breakfast is ready downstairs for the both of us and I want you to get something in your stomach before you grow ill,” he says, beginning to remove my clothes. I had forgotten that I even had on clothing and now that I knew he definitely wasn’t removing them but I had forgotten all about fighting him when I realized where I was. I was in a tremendous wash room fully equipped with pool sized tub and all the fragrances and shampoos one could imagine. Cobblestone lead to the tub as well as a room on the far side that seemed to hold towels and things of that sort. There were tropical plants lining the bath as well as a very comforting red glow that came from the ceiling. It was a truly amazing sight. Something I had never seen before but once I realized what he was doing I came back to reality.

“Don’t touch me! I shall bathe when I please and not when you say I should. You neglect to remember that you are in no way my father or guardian,” I say, covering my bare chest with both arms. He grabs me by my neck, something I had not expected, and pushed me up against the hard stoned wall. Temper, temper.

“Michel I have been trying my best to treat you in the way I would prefer but it seems that in this case I must use force. I must treat you like a mere pet and nothing more…so be it,” He says, scaring me half to death. Like a menacing criminal he spoke and chills ran up and down my spine. I guess he was angry but I was angry as well. He had no right to treat me any way he pleased.

“Breakfast awaits us in my dining quarters so I must make this quick,” he says now sounding so much like some sort of possessive maniac. Like he could just do anything to me at this moment.

Ripping the remaining clothing from my body he leaves me standing in the middle of the bathroom floor shivering from the fact that I was bare and unprotected. He stares at me, waiting for me to comply with his order. Guess he doesn’t know that I can play just as he can.

“No,” I say, holding my ground like a true soldier. Who did he think he was? Who did he think I was. I was more than some dumb student from boarding school. I was much more than that though I basically had no parents and no life. Though my grades were below average and my friends were all ass holes…. Come to think of it maybe I wasn’t much more than that…damn.

“You would dare challenge me Michel?” He asks, folding his arms across his chest crossly. I do the same but then I realize that there is an abnormal breeze in a certain place. It doesn’t take me long to cover myself but no matter…one of my arms is crossed and if that doesn’t show determination than I don’t know what will.

“So be it,” is all he says. He grabs me by my hair and begins dragging me towards the bathtub leaving me screaming in agonizing pain. The pain of having your hair pulled up from the root by a very strong hand.

“Ahhhh!!! Let me go!!” I scream, grasping at his pulling hand. Its like stone and doesn’t move an inch still tangled deep within my tresses until I feel my body being lifted and then dumped into steaming hot liquid. I nearly drown from being so suddenly introduced to water.

“Clean yourself now Michel,” he says sternly. I try to stare back up at him but I feel myself beginning to cry and my hair is wet and pooling over my eyes like a swamp monster from the deep.

“I hate you!” I say , and that was enough to certify my independence but I believed that it only made him angrier with me something I had thought I wanted until a very strong hand surrounded my neck.

“Is this really what you want Michel? Do you really want to fight with me until I hurt you more than you could ever imagine when I only want to love you and treat you well? Tell me?!” he says, his lips nearly touching my ear. His words hiss on their way out causing his cold breath to make my insides quiver with fear.

“Please don’t hurt me,” I plead, trying my hardest to hold back the remaining tears. I felt as if my neck was being caved in from the inside out and his very sharp nails didn’t help much but wait. Was this really how I should be acting. Pleading for him to stop harassing me like he was. It wasn’t really fair. He was the bad one here not me. He ripped me away from human life and caused all these changes inside of me. He caused my hair to go black and long and he made my ears all pointy at the tips. He made my skin pale….I definitely need some sun.

It was almost like an evolution so to speak or a change of heart you could say. I realized that none of this was my fault…except for the fact of me cutting class and getting caught none of this had me to blame. It was all his fault and if he thought that I would comply with his rules than he was sadly mistaken. He was pure evil and nothing more than that. If I showed weakness then he would definitely take complete control of me. I had to be strong. I had to be a man!

“I take that back….you can hurt me as much as you please but I refuse to be under your control or guardianship do you hear me!” I yell, bracing myself for a powerful blow. When it didn’t come I had no idea what to expect and when I looked up he was gone. He had disappeared completely and I had no idea where he could be or could be. Maybe he had given up and left so that I could escape or maybe he got so hungry that he had to eat without me. Any one was fine but I preferred the escape one.

Getting out of the tub still soaking wet I looked around a bit to make sure that he wasn’t just hiding somewhere. There weren’t any signs of life and that was my queue to go but wait I was naked. I wouldn’t get far this way. Just when I turned to get a towel I heard someone enter and I knew darn well who it was. It was him again. Not again I thought he had given up on me. I had been waiting for hours in this bathroom and now he decides to come back. I could have escaped by now. Stupid me.

“I hadn’t wanted to do this so soon Michel but you leave me no choice.” he said, walking over to me and only then did I realized just how large he was. He was ten times taller than me with a slight build not too bulky but enough to rip me to pieces. I was too scared to move something very irregular for me. I wasn’t scared of much especially not humans. I could say that now because I wasn’t human.

“What do you think you are doing? Get off of me!” I yell, fighting back with full force but my hits were like feathers according to him and he didn’t slow even for a second. Where was he taking me and what was he planning to do were the questions running through my mind at that moment.

We travel out into the hallway to which seems like a never ending hall of horror. The walls were scarlet and the only source of light were the old fashioned lamps hanging from each side and giving off a sort of deadly glow. What was he planning or what did he have planned for me? I didn’t know and didn’t want to find out.

We stopped at a very large mahogany door after mounting a mean set of stairs. Two lamps were lit on each side and a fruity smell seeped through the doors even before they were opened revealing a very large bedroom equipped with every fine piece of furniture that there was to have. The bed was enormous and covered in scarlet silk blankets and there were several candles lit all around. The curtains were scarlet as well or some what of a crimson color that was highlighted by the beautiful glow from the candles. Atop his bed was a large painting of a woman laying next to a chair and holding a flower of sorts. On the ceiling was a long window that let in the beautiful white moonlight in contrast with the orange glow from the candles along with many beautiful mahogany dressers and shelves on the walls and floor. This house must have been a mansion.

“Do you understand Michel? I am taking you tonight and then you will truly be mine,” he says, removing the long silk robe he was wearing revealing a sort of mini skirt looking thing. I hadn’t even noticed that he had on a robe until now but I just wasn’t understanding. What was he planning to do or was I just being naïve?

“What do you mean? Why did you bring me here!” I yell becoming angry. Was he going to kill me? Had he planned to sacrifice me or maybe throw me into a dark pit located somewhere in this room? If not than I don’t believe I had a reason to be here.

“You will understand soon,” he says, locking the door behind us. I had a feeling that something wasn’t right. Something didn’t feel right at all. I felt my arms become all shaky and I could barely stand. Was I panicking? But I never panicked! This wasn’t right, something definitely wasn’t right! I couldn’t breath now. What kind of room was this?

“What are you going to do to me?” I ask, backing away from his impending form. He tosses the remaining piece of clothing from his body and my eyes grow wide in shock.