Gaia Online

One-Mississippi.

Color drains from your surroundings. Was there really any color to begin with? You can’t remember. All you can recall is the dank smell of mold and flesh that should have fallen from the body days ago. The clammy walls recede from you, and the hard stone ground falls away from your form.

Two-Mississippi.

There are only voices. Faintly, you can recall to whom these sounds belong to, but in this moment, you cannot be bothered to recreate their image.

Three-Mississippi.

In a surge, their faces appear. Without effort, without knowledge of remembering, you nod in agreement to what they are saying.

Four-Mississippi.

And then you smell it, you feel it; you automatically know that you are no longer where you were. You are no longer in that era where life has left the living body. You are once again where you believe you belong.

Five-Mississippi.

And once again, you are thrust back into the darkness that first consumed you into our world.

- - -

'Into my world.' She states, as if you had voiced your inquiries out loud the past fleeting minutes. Quizzically, she walks towards you, her slender form reaching out to touch you, to caress you, to break you. Ebony clothing creates a high contrast with her ivory skin, and her dark auburn locks of hair cascade down her elegant clothing creating an image of refined beauty. Lost in your own thoughts, you realize that in the time that’s passed, she’s led you to a large wooden chair and her eyes have been locked with yours; unblinkingly staring as if transfixed in your confusion. A small smirk is evident on her porcelain face as she begins:

'Words belittle any meaning that I could convey to you. Any emotion that I feel, you would ultimately disregard.'

You flinch.

'But,' she continues in a softer tone, 'I welcome you here to my home. Relax. And see fit to do as you please as long as you do so within the boundaries of this house. If you follow my directions, you will be safe.'