Part two of “Andrew!”

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***20 years later***

“You can run, but you can’t hide!” The booming voice roared.

Bree knew that. Still, she ran. She ran through the halls as fast as she could. Her claustrophobia was overwhelming as the grey walls seemed to close into her. Why did it seem the more Bree ran, the further away the exit became?

Bree screamed out in rage. She had to get away. She had out of here. That dumbass fortune teller. It’s his fault, isn’t it? What kind of fortune is, “You can run, but you can’t hide?” She tried to picture the fortune tellers tent. Anything, even the scarlet-colored wig wam was better than here.

It seemed welcoming when Bree and her girlfriend, Lexia, went. No! Don’t thing about Lexia. Her rage melted to sadness.

‘Oh, Lexia, I really miss you.’ Was all that was going through her head. Bree kneeled, letting her tears fall to the concrete floor.

Ringmaster walked up to Bree, picking up her chin between two fingers.

“You put up quite a fight. “ He laughed casually.

She balled up her fist, preparing to land a punch on his face.

“You got my heart pumping. But i have you-“

Bree’s punch landed right on his cheek, a large red mark where her fist hit. Ringmaster looked at her with anger, and, if she read him right, respect.

He snapped his fingers. Two muscle men seemed to appear from the shadows of the hall. One grabbed Bree’s wrists, pulling them behind her back, handcuffing her, as the other kicked her in the stomach.

Bree groaned out in pain. Ringmaster picked her up, putting her into a kneeling position. Then he kissed her on the lips.

“You are here with me forever now Breelyn.” Ringmaster said, smiling.

Bile rose in her throat. Why did he kiss her? Bree knew he was waiting for her to reply, but even if she wanted to talk to him, no words would come out.

“Now, i should properly introduce myself. You most likely know me as Ringmaster, correct?” He asked.

All Bree could muster was a small nod.

“But, since you’re not going to be leaving anytime soon, you may call me Andrew. “ Ringmaster, or Andrew, said, taking off the mask over his face.

She gasped. A long silence followed.

“Andrew?!” Bree screamed.

***part three coming!*** ‘maybe’