"Mama, Mama, where are you?" This was my frantic call as I, Alisdelisgi Livingstone, called for my forty-five year old mother, Osdv Livingstone. Going through the house, I searched all the rooms in hopes of finding either her or a clue leading to her. Door after door slammed open and room after room turned up empty. Suddenly, I heard footsteps pounding up the stairs behind me, but when I turned around, I saw nobody and continued my search. After searching the twenty-five room house top to bottom, I found nothing. Exhausted, I called the cops, unsure of what else to do.
About thirty minutes later, sirens wailed down the street and two cars pulled into the driveway. Before they could come in the door, somebody came up behind me and put a clorophormed rag over my mouth and nose, rendering me unconcious.
About seven days later, I woke up chained to a bed post by my right ankel and extremely hungry. Frantically, I pulled at the chains until I gave out from pain and exhaustion. Taking in my surroundings for the first time since waking, I noticed I was in a sturdily built log house with sparse furniture. By the door was a coat rack. Off to the right of the bed was a table with a water jug and some fruit. At the wall opposite the bed was a clothes rack with some expensive looking clothes.
Trying to fight exhaustion and hunger, I read the note I found on the table.
"You don't know me, but soon you will whether you want to or not. Escape is futile for the place is heavily guarded. Besides, you aren't going to find your way out anytime soon."
Assessing my situation, I realized I would have to do my darnest to go along with this until I found some way out. I also knew that wouldn't really happen without me screwing it up somehow.
The doorknob rattled and I tried to shrink into the shadows, my earlier resolve fading as fear gripped my being. Stepping into the room was a stunningly handsome man with steely brown eyes, blonde hair, and a tall muscular build dressed in a black flannel and faded blue Levis. He had on a leather belt, a Stetson cowboy hat, and spurred boots. He tipped his hat towards me, then stepped to the right. If that was my kidnapper, I thought that maybe, just maybe, I could live with him. My luck, however, proved him not to be such.
Behind him entered a lavishly dressed, short, blue-eyed brunette. Laughing, the shorter guy looked down at me. "Finally woke up after seven days, Sleeping Beauty. I also noticed you decided to quit being a savage and give in to the inevitable. By the way, the food isn't poisoned, so you can eat it. You've been fed broths all week, so eat up." he said in a soft mocking tone. His face would've been pretty if it hadn't of been marred with a scar diagonally crossing. I could only imagine what had happened. I kind of felt sorry for him, until my logic took back over.
Stepping forward, he inclined his head and said, "You may call me Zmey. You are Alisdelisgi Livingstone, I presume?" Trying to control my fear so it didn't show in my voice, I spat vehemently in his direction. "You don't know me and never will, so don't even try to be a sweet talking jerk when you kidnapped me in my own home! Where in the world am I? What did you do to my mother?!" Trying to lunge at him, I fell forward because of the chain.
Shaking his head, he replied, "Such a raging buri you are, Lass. You're location is of no use to you as you shan't be leaving any time soon. Your mother is safe and sound with your twin sister, Adagatiya. I wouldn't hurt her or you in any way, so rest easy, Lass." For the first time, the tall, silent guy looked at me. His steely brown eyes softened as he looked me over. His facial expression seemed to speak volumes and say things he couldn't. I could see the pain and sorrow radiating in his eyes before he looked away and his expression went back to neutral. Addressing the silent man, he said, "Triston, unlock her chain so she can examine the clothes." Nodding, he did so but remained close by me so I wouldn't attack.
After rubbing my ankel for a few minutes, I slowly made my way over the the rack, keeping my surroundings in check. Shyly, I looked at Zmey and inquired if he had any clothing more comfortable, such as jeans and flannels. Upon asking, I received a pleased look from Triston and an extremely disapproving glare from Zmey. "If you're not satisfied with those dresses, then you will have no choice but to wear what you've got on until you decide otherwise." With that, he turned on his heel and stormed off, slamming the door behind him.
Begrudgingly, I began looking through the dresses, hoping for at least one sundress. Finally, I found a blue denim dress, a pine green cotton dress, and a light red silk dress. Motioning for Triston to leave the place, I tried them on and found they were the right size and surprisingly comfortable and light. Behind the rack were a ton of shoes (who needs that many shoes?) and I picked out a pair of black cowboy boots and white heeled boots. Throwing open the door, I found Triston standing outside, almost as if he were waiting to take me somewhere.
Nodding approvingly at me, he told me I was going to dine with Zmey. By the look on his face, he didn't like the idea of me dining with anybody, much less Zmey. Grudgingly, I obliged, taking his arm. The green cotton dress look well with the black cowboy boots, but when I arrived, Zmey ordered me back to the cabin to put on the white boots, which really really made me mad because I didn't dress up for him, but me.
I gave him a piece of my mind. "I don't know who the flip you think you are, Zmey, but I sure the hay didn't dress for you. Jeepees creepers!I should at least be able to dress to my damn comfort since you have me here against my dagawn will! Because of that, I should be able to dress however/do whatever the flip I wanna! I won't stand for any less, got it?" I went to storm out, only to be knocked unconcious from behind.