Interlude – Locked Away p.2

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The now familiar sound filled the room and Amaya forced herself to breathe shallowly. Her head was spinning but she was determined to stay awake this time. Feigning a sleepiness she was only beginning to feel, she dragged her feet over to the bed and flopped onto the covers, pretending to be too far gone to even make it beneath the covers.
Shallow breath in. Hold. Out. Hold. Shallow breath in. Hold. Out. Hold.
She was still awake, barely, when the lights went out. Still managing her breathing when she began to hear scraping noises coming from the wall she slept against. Trying hard not to drift off as the immovable door swung open and footsteps crossed towards her.
She felt their presences like a weight in the room, even though they didn’t make a sound. They stood and watched, and just as she was begin to lose consciousness she dared flutter her eyelids to catch a glimpse of her captors. In the dark, she saw people, people with glowing eyes. Monsters. As sleep began to claim her:
“Must we keep waiting? Mmm… I just want to -”
“Restrain yourself! Be quick, I’m starving.”
She didn’t hear the reply as darkness claimed her for the night.
And now she knew more. Knowing the aching, weak, feeling that enveloped her body when she woke, Amaya decided to remain in bed instead of doing anything. She turned away from her prison cell and pressed herself as close to the wall as she could, trying to block out her reality and go back to sleep. For a whole day and night she refused to move, feeling numb. She didn’t know what They were, just that They were some sort of monster that drained her energy in the night. Nowhere in her library was a book so much as referencing these creatures. She did not and could not know. Finally, when she thought perhaps she was dying, Amaya left the bed. Her stomach was cramping and she was absolutely parched. She’d felt this many times before, but never left it untreated for long. Like a zombie she shuffled through her recovery, skipping only her usual shower until she was convinced she could stand for long enough.
Feeling clearer headed, but still weak, Amaya headed back to bed for another nap. Suddenly, something in her mind clicked into place. A rush of frantic energy pulsed through her and she freaked out, just for a moment. She understood what she felt, even if she didn’t know the word for it: Violated. They made her sleep and then they came into her room while she was vulnerable and did something to her that made her feel sick. They used her and left her locked in a place alone.
Every inch of her body felt filthy, and despite her legs trembling beneath her, Amaya ran her shower. It was steaming hot, scalding hot, and she stood under the spray and scrubbed her body until it was raw and stinging. Still, it wasn’t enough. She felt wrong, the way the room was wrong, the way her life was wrong. Right now she wasn’t surrounded by the problem, she was the problem, and she only stopped her shower when she grew so lightheaded her vision began to black out. Cool air soon had her shivering, invigorated yet exhausted at the same time. Her body shook, no longer wanting to bear her weight yet her thoughts were too hectic for it not to follow instructions. Her shower water had not been able to eliminate the mixed taste of thick, sweet juice and the flat dryness she always had after a nap. Desperate to just feel clean again, she pulled out her toothbrush and brushed until her gums bled, the irony tang overwhelming even the mint. Only then did she sleep.

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7 Responses to Interlude – Locked Away p.2

  1. Laura says:

    I have spent the last week reading through all of your posts and I have loved every word of it! I feel so sorry for Amaya, and for poor Jack who is probably in the same conditions. I can’t wait for more. 😀

  2. Sianystar says:

    Genuinely quite surprised to see the glowing eyes! For some reason something supernaturally hadn’t crossed my mind. Given that she’s just a teen Amaya looks so old… I don’t know how you’ve done it, but you’ve really got the worn look of someone who’s been in isolation for so many years down pat. Brilliant.

    Is the stove emitting some form of knock-out gas or something? Is it not just a stove?

    I know I’m one to talk, but please post an update soon!!

    • Chellekaz says:

      It’s not really a spoiler so: The knock-out gas is coming from under the bed, remember when Amaya was looking for monsters (previous chapter, 3rd page)? The stove is just a stove and Amaya is just neurotic and distrustful of her environment – can you blame her??

      Thanks so much for reading 😀 I hope to have new chapters soon but my file is so bloated right now that I can’t play long before it begins glitching. I’m still putting off switching to Sunset Valley v2 because it looks like a lot of work and effort. Regardless, I think I have 75% of my next chapter shot so almost there?

      • Sianystar says:

        Oh bums, of course, my mistake. I apologise, it’s pretty late! Nah, I suppose you can’t really blame Amaya for feeling that way really, not exactly an ideal living environment!

        I hate how glitchy save files get when they get big, and it’s pretty much impossible to keep them small with all the extra stuff added with new expansions isn’t it? Rubbish! Still, I hope you manage to get the remaining 25% done as trouble-free as is possible!

        I’m really sorry it’s taken me so long to read your updates, by the way. Seriously loving this interlude. It’s wonderful!

  3. Justafan says:

    Hope that you eventually finish this, best sims story I’ve ever read!,

    • Chellekaz says:

      Thank you so much! I hope I will too! I have one chapter in the pipes with the pictures nearly organized so it will just be a matter of uploading and writing. I’m optimistically looking at August since the summer is quite busy for me. The following chapter will be more difficult as the game is giving me some hassle as I try move forward.

      Thanks so much for the support 😀

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