The Adventures of Silver Girl

Chapter 13: The Benifits of Being Owned

My eyes open, and I’m drenched with sweat, everywhere. It feels like I was in a rainstorm of sweat, or worse. Everything just feels so strange, so very, very strange… I’m panting, gasping, and there’s still so much pain or…

I’m on a familiar chair, in an office that feels kind of, sort of, maybe a little bit familiar… Across from me a woman with dark hair, dressed in a business suit is watching me. She looks so worried.

I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. Is there something I’m supposed to do…? Everything feels so strange. I feel so strange, whoever I am, and I can’t even say that for sure, but I am someone and who ever I am I’m not used to feeling quite like this, maybe close but not quite… I have no idea. Do I normally have a lot of ideas? Does my head always feel quite so broken up and confused and shattered and broken apart? If I was, then… I don’t know. Everything is wrong. Nothing feels right, and the fact that I can tell when I don’t know what right feels like should say something.

“Silver! silver!” Am I Silver? She’s looking right at me, it must be me she’s talking to. She. I know Her. I don’t know just who She is but… Wait! She’s the woman who… Who gave me a room, who gave me a new life, but that feels like an eternity ago, and it feels like more an outline than a film in my head like its supposed to. She looks so concerned, so worried, it’s touching… “You’re okay! We found you, collapsed in front of the building, gasping and shaking and trying to claw your way in, and you just started… I’ve been… What happened?!”

Everything is just so strange. This woman, this… The Lady? She looks so worried, like she really cares about me or… I whimper, staring and… I’m so afraid. My head is just not working and it’s so frightening, so scary, so, something right out of a scary story. Tears start to flow and I start to shake with a sob. Some how another flash comes to the front of my mind and… “I let you down… Didn’t I…?”

“No. No… no… Cotton pink legs silver, cotton pink legs…” She moves out from behind her desk, wrapping herself around me… She’s so warm as she keeps whispering those words like a pure blissful mantra into my ear, and it feels so nice to hear… “You didn’t let me down, you came back… No one else did… Do you remember what happened?”

Those words make me moan, they make me squirm. I don’t know if I’ve ever heard anyone talk like that before, use words that made me melt, made me feel my mind sliding out of my head, but it feels so good and I slump in the chair. It’s like a white washing of bliss as I can feel legs tightening around my head and I squirm into her, my crying slowly fading off, and I…

Little flashes of memory, little pieces, pieces that feel so shattered, so pointless to try to say them, but She wants me to tell Her, She… And my life is all about making Her happy… “World went gray… Head, sweated, brain broke, woman made me clean up a salt shaker, ended up in a dark room… Bent over a chair when she told me to, she broke my mind into tiny, tiny little pieces, it hurt so bad… Red hair…”

“Shhhhh… Shh…” Her voice ever so softly mutters out as she keeps whispering those words into my ear and her hand reaches up to slowly and tenderly stroke over my cheek. “Shhh… I shouldn’t be asking now, you can tell me all about it later, okay… You came back, no one else did, more have disappeared… We’ll do something in the morning, okay?”

I nod, slowly, slowly because everything feels so slow, especially me, more and more melted with all of those words, and I can feel myself oozing into her stroking, unable to resist the silly yet sad smile that spreads itself across my face. “o-kay…”

“Okay… Okay… Cotton pink legs… It’ll all be okay…” She kisses the top of my head ever so soothingly, and some other women emerge from somewhere I can’t see, but they take me away. It’s gentle, and She doesn’t leave me, not right away, and I know the women are doing it for Her, so they’re just extensions of her will or… My head still feels strange, and even stranger with those legs that keep tightening in my head, just tighter and tighter, like my head is between two very perfect thighs…

Time passes in a way I can’t describe. It’s like I’m not even existing, and things are just happening all around me, happening to me, but it’s not important for me to know what it is enough to act, so I can’t. Sometimes it feels like my mind is shattering again, accompanied by all of that horrible pain, and other times those words echo over and over in my head, cotton pink legs, and it feels like perfect pleasure…

Eventually it feels like it starts to even out, it’s hard to explain but slowly, I feel more… Me. Things start to come back and my personality feels more full, my existence more complete. Everything feels like it’s sliding back into place, and after what feels like a long fitful sleep, I’m… Silver again.

Gasping and squirming I ever so slowly open up my eyes and shake my head to try to clear it, sighing ever so faintly. There’s a little bit of worry, but it’s lessened. I look around slowly to make sure everything is safe before just sighing, breathing slowly, and laying back on the bed to try and find something nice to focus my eyes on to let myself wake up gradually.

I’m laying on a bed, so I’m feeling much better than coming to suddenly in a chair. It’s not my bedroom though, it’s… Her bedroom. I still feel like me, and I am me, but my memories, all of everything from before waking up in Her office is all cracked, shattered, and it feels like a broken wind shield with the chips falling away, it doesn’t make any sense, and everything underneath it is so fuzzy, it’s like trying to make out a picture in a very badly broken frame.

Slowly I reach a hand up to rub worriedly over my forehead and just whimper. Squirming and watching the ceiling I whimper again. “What’s going on…?” No one responds, so I must be alone, and alone doesn’t feel safe… I try to think about the cracks, but it feels so dangerous, they’re so big and wide, like I could just teeter over, fall in, disappear down into the cracks of memory, and disappear forever…

I whimper again, but this time it’s in desperation. Do you know how hard it is to not think of something? My only chance is to just stare at the ceiling and try not to tremble, try to breathe slow and evenly… I don’t want to think about the cracks, I don’t want to think of the cracks. The ceiling gets boring so I sit up and look around to try to find something to distract me. Maybe She left something for me to do incase I got bored and my mind was threatening to tear me in half. You know, something simple, something small, like a jumble or a crossword.

Of course, that’s assuming that I’m even capable of behaving normally anymore. Before I just knew that the past wasn’t me anymore, but now, I can’t even remember what my name used to be…

“You’re awake… How are you feeling?” She peaks in, and that well kept hair moves as her face does, that beautiful lightly painted face that looks like something that should be on a statue, or a painting, something so far beyond magical that it’s not even funny. My whole life could be worth it just to make her smile as I nuzzled into her and moaned and…

She still looks worried though, so I force a smile. It’s probably a thin veil over my discomfort, but it’s something. “I’m… confused…” And I am. My head isn’t working right, but it feels like it should be close. What’s in those cracks? I wish I knew, but they’re so dangerous…” “We all are… Feeling better though?”

“Uh-huh…” Nodding I smile a little bit more. I am feeling better, so I should just concentrate on how much better I’m feeling. That’s for the best, really.

“Good… Good…” She steps in, smoothing down her skirt. Her heels don’t make any sound and the reason I’m thankful for that is fuzzy, but I am so thankful for it. This room must be rugged. I can almost hear the echo of crystal heels though, just barely… “Just… We don’t know what happened. We found you, gasping and panting in the lobby.”

I close my eyes to try and hear those heels, to try and puzzle out more of what’s in my head. In my mind is a girl with pretty legs… Not as pretty as Hers… but those hips… The curve of her shape, the way she moves as the sound does echo, sliding through my mind like an ice pick into a glacier… But I have to respond, I have to just focus on Her. “I don’t remember being in any lobbies… I don’t want to try, my brain feels so very shattered… Is it okay to be scared nearly out of my wits?”

But in my mind, that girl isn’t stopping, she’s just moving still, swaying, just so perfectly, moving, and the sound is echoing more and more, the pick driving deeper, splitting a piece of the glacier off… But then She’s talking, and She’s more important. “Yes… It’s fine… It’s… You’re the only one that came back. It’s pretty scary I know.”

That girl keeps moving, and it’s so hard, and the word just flows to my lips unbidden. “hips…” I try to focus on that feeling, that helpless feeling, but I have to pay attention. “I would ask you what happened but I get the sinking suspicion that you wouldn’t know if I did…”

“No… No, we aren’t sure. Lot’s of disappearances. Like someone is slowly taking us apart. We don’t know how you got back, it’s very unnerving… I know you’re scared but… I’m so proud of you…” She sits on the bed next to me, and slowly I feel a feeling that I recognize, a feeling that feels so good and so lovely as it clicks into place. As her lips lightly press to my forehead, so softly, I can feel my uppercase shattered down like it was just hit by a hammer.

After a moment of indecision, I smile and slowly wrap my arms around Her, clinging close to her. She always makes me feel safe, but even she can’t keep me safe from that girl in my head who won’t go away. “Thank You… Maybe if I try to remember, I can help…?” But oh gods, I don’t want to!

“Maybe… You don’t remember at all?” She still sounds so worried, but my mood must be getting to her. She seems to be feeling a little bit better slowly by slowly as I do.

“It’s like… Your office… And… Then these cracks…” I whimper, and in the process try to whisper as softly as I can as I close my eyes. I have to remember, for Her, for all of those disappeared girls… For them, I have to focus. They deserve it.

In my head, those cracks are so wide, wedged apart by that sound, the breaking of a bell, the splitting of a thought, the sway of hips and striking red hair, a piercing laugh… That red haired bitch… I can’t even remember her all that well but I remember that… “Cracks? You said you felt shattered…?”

“Ooh…” I nod in response, shivering and cuddling tighter before I loosen up. I don’t want to worry Her too much… “It’s like, pure sound wedging my brain apart, a bell, hips, red hair, a laugh… I can’t see past it.”

There’s a split right down the middle of my mind as a heel clicks so hard, right in time with the laugh… Like a chasm, so dark and deep, and I know if I want I can fall, I can fall so deep in and who knows if I’ll ever find my way out. “Don’t… don’t try if it’s too hard… Really.”

But I don’t have a choice, my life is to make hers better. Those missing girls are hers, so if she missed me so much she must miss all of them too. I have to find out what’s inside of my mind. It’s the only clue I have. “Oh… I’m going to see what’s inside…” It’s my mind, I have to know, and I have to help… I need to know what’s in there. I have to fall in.

“No, no don’t…” She grabs me by the shoulders, tight, but I’ve already moved so close. Something dark and tight reaches for me from the cracks, to pull me in, another one of those laughs, rd hair thrown back, ruby lips cackling…

I whimper, and try to run away from that thing in my head, from those lips, that hair, and I just try to make those hands on my shoulders all of my world, but my lips are parted limply as I pant, and my heart feels like it’s at a thousand beats per second, there’s no way to calm down! I’m so scared! If I fall, I might never get back out! “It’s coming after me… Wants me to fall!”

Hard, it’s grabbing me so tight, pulling me so hard, and that darkness swarms all over me… I can only just barely manage to pull back, and the echo follows me. “Don’t… Don’t do that! don’t go in!” She’s sobbing against me, holding me so tight…

I have to pull back more, farther, so I will it to happen, I have to make it happen, I pull back far away from the crack, but not being dumb enough to fall into another as I clutch to Her beyond desperately. She’s my only support, and even She doesn’t know what’s happening… This is beyond scary. “Don’t know what to do… She’s inside of me…!”

“Who? Who is inside of you?” She shakes me, but its just a bit, and I can understand, I can, I just hope it makes her feel better. She quickly calms down though, and holds me again. “No I’m sorry… You Don’t know, do you?”

“Don’t… gods I don’t… she has red hair, red lips, she’s so… So… Evil…” I can feel myself tremble, and I can feel the tears in my eyes as they well and threaten to fall over my lids. “Please, help me…”

She clutches me tighter and I whimper as I pull closer too. “Red… Like real red? Hair red? Or…” My head has been so scrambled, since the first time I saw that girl, that woman’s face, that it’s hard to tell what I remember, but I can remember that. Orange really, it’s a flaming orange, it’s like fire, like a real fire flowing down from her head… It makes her even more frightening.

“Oh… Flaming orange… It’s like fire…” I nod, slowly, and bite my bottom lip as I watch Her. I hope maybe, maybe this will help. Maybe this one detail can help, just a bit… “Do you know who she is…?”

She holds me so tight, I can tell that she was afraid she lost me… And her voice is just as cared as mine. “No idea… I’m not sure what to do.”

I can’t help but smile at just how wanted and appreciated, maybe even loved that I feel… Even if I’m just a little bit worried that Chronos is why that woman found me, that The Lady is why my mind is broken all up to pieces. It wouldn’t matter if that was why, anyway. “Maybe something will present itself…?”

“Maybe… It’s just… So many are missing now. You’ve been gone almost two weeks…” How many could be missing? Too many, however many, however few…

Any agent of Chronos is one of Hers, and Her toys shouldn’t be stolen. “I… I would ask who was missing, but I’d probably not remember any of them…” This feeling is heartbreaking, beyond sad. How could I not remember these people? They must be important, they must be… I clutch tighter, tight as I can without hurting her. “Two weeks… I… Do you know anything about this… Anything, even really silly small…? Maybe something’ll be shaken loose…”

Her voice gets even more sad as Her hand softly strokes down my back and I wiggle more against her. She’s my world, and She’s sad… I would give anything to feel her happy again. “Maybe… Do you remember Pink? She’s missing.”

I close my eyes, and try to remember her. I want to remember her. I don’t want to forget my friends, but she’s not there right away. Maybe I’m just not awake enough yet? Yeah, maybe… Slowly but surely I do remember her, so many memories that seem cracked and wrong, like they were in picture frames that someone took a hammer to. I want to use that hammer on the woman who used it on me, and I want to tear her apart, but even more than that I just want to cry.

“Pink…” Those memories are solid enough, that I can’t imagine her being gone… “Have to find her… Have to find all of them… I have to find the woman doing this!” I nod, trying to seem insistent and courageous as I can. It’s not easy. Tears are starting to flow.

“Yes… I’ve been in your head, trying to… Fix things… And… And here let me get back to work, give it a few more days…” She whispers into my ear as she holds me still so tight, lips brushing so sweetly. “Cotton pink legs.”

I melt, more and more against Her by the moment, I can feel those legs tightening around my mind. There’s no will in me to resist, so I just surrender, and press more against Her. “Legs…”

“That’s right, legs, cotton pink legs… Like soft cotton stockings, stretched out, melting you… Come on, let go… You’ll wake up in a day or two, hopefully all better…” I can hear the desperate hope in Her voice. If I don’t end up okay, I don’t know how She’ll react, but I don’t want to find out.

“L-l-let go…” My voice is a shuddered mewl as I press against her, letting go, sinking, melting…

She holds me so close, so warm, so nicely, so perfect… And slowly the world becomes an enfolding could, and I can feel it take me into sleep. More and more by the moment I feel myself becoming more limp than I’ve ever been in my life. All of my joints loosen as I fall into that cloud, and my lips almost just barely seem to quirk up in a smile as I drift into that cloud, and into sweet slumber…

Just drifting on that cloud, warm, something feels like its filling cracks, pulling together and… She has me straddled, and She’s wearing pink stockings… But She slips off of me so quickly. “How are you feeling?”

“I um…” I blink, slowly, and look up to her, shivering, and try to focus on how I’m feeling. Please let it be better. Its so disorienting, sliding out of things, sliding into sleep and then back into reality. It feels so nice though, something is holding my mind together, something is stopping my mind from being worthless flotsam…

“You should be feeling at least a little better…” She smiles. She’s happier, and that makes me feel even better.

I smile back with a soft squeal, with a slight bit of a giggle, stretching and squirming with a nod. “I am… I feel a lot more, well, for lack of a better word, real. It’s sort of odd, to feel so segmented… Were you able to find any more clues as to what’s going on from my head?”

“… no… None at all. I’m not sure what to do. I don’t want to send anyone else out, but I…” She sighs, slumping on the bed. There goes the happiness…

“Maybe…” I move closer to her, and curl myself very softly against her with a gentle touch to her face. “Maybe umm… She’ll come to us? I don’t know… I sort of want to try and remember, but I’m afraid of what she has hidden in my brain…”

She holds me back, arms sliding around me, stroking up and down my back and my neck before She ever so softly kisses my forehead again. “I want to know how you got away… I want to… But right now it doesn’t matter. You just… You… I’m going to go think of something, you just rest and feel better, okay?” As She speaks, She slowly slides away from me, and starts to head out of the room. She’s busy, but I miss Her already… I don’t want Her to go!

“I’ll try… Please, please just don’t do nothing because you’re afraid for me…” I nod, and I bow my head worriedly. “If some sort of sacrifice on my part can save any of the lost girls…” Listlessly I fall back onto the bed, and try to remember. Maybe I can help Her…

“Cotton Pink Legs.” Her voice is almost cold, but then it grows warm again immediately after. “You need more rest…”

I whimper very, very pitifully, slumping, curling up. “O… Okay…” And She leaves the room, and I’m left alone, curled up on Her bed. All I can do, all I want to do is just rest… If She says I need more rest, then I need more rest.

I don’t know how long later, but quite a while later she comes back in. She doesn’t talk, she just sits down next to me and pets my hair. I don’t know how long she does it, but it feels like an eternity. I stay silent, curled, half melted, resting, just staring blankly with worried silver eyes. I’m so unsure of what I’m supposed to do… Besides rest.

“It’s… It’s okay. But we have a plan now. It’s already been done, what you said, bait, it’s in your head, all that you need… I’m sending you out with dust, back to that area. Okay? I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…” She sobs against me, holding me so tight, so close again, still stroking and petting me just so. “You two have a hotel room in that area… Everything is set up…”

“Okay…” I try to nod, I try not to cry with her but I do, nodding and hugging her, tight, tight as I can. She’s so vulnerable, I just… I wish I could help Her… Better than I know I can… “I’ll try to… Try to protect her… It’s okay, really… I want to help…”

“You don’t… You don’t have to protect her. That’s the point, okay? You’re probably going to be caught and I don’t know what I…” She looks away, embarrassed, and I don’t try to watch her face.

I can feel my cheeks blushing that dark silver as I nod. I’m so worried about Her… “Do we leave now?”

“Whenever you want…” She whispers, before… Kissing me… Full on, something I can’t remember ever happening but it’s so… So magical… My eyes go wide, but just for a moment before they flutter meltily closed, and I kiss her back as well as I can, melted as I am… I would just stay against these lips forever if I had a choice… I wish I could. Maybe then She would never cry again…