The Abduction: Bitter Sweet Lust
From Changeling Venue
“I remember,” he said, as if racking his brain for the knowledge he knew he didn’t have. He paused for a moment. “I remember her. My captor. A thin, smoky, blue eyed, young woman with beautiful, thick, dark hair, pale flawless skin, and dressed in flowing white garb. She was bit older then me, I couldn’t help thinking, but she paid attention to me. I was fourteen at the time, I think. I was curious about my sexuality, like any normal boy my age, right?” asking as if a half rhetorical question. “Anyway, she led me off to a back room of the house we were in, saying sweet and tempting things to me. The whole time slowly leading me. She was enthralling. I felt a cut on my hand. As I looked around, I noticed we were not in the house any more. I was a thorn that cut me. We were in a vast forest of thorny vines, I would latter find out was the hedge.” He paused and looked at me with a look of almost horror on his face. After a moment he continued, “When I turned back to her she was gone and different woman was there. This woman was dressed like a child. Her hair was in pig tail braids, and she was big, like a giant big.” He stopped. You could see the pain and horror of what he remembered from the experience.
“She drug me off into the thorns…. And I don’t remember the rest.”
“Arcadia? Arcadia was and still is a blur. Do you know what that’s like? Not knowing how you spent your whole life? No knowing how you lived or what you did?” he asked me. “What I do remember is hazy at best. I can’t tell you much. But I’ll try because it helps to talk about your sorrow right? I remember being there for what I come to find out was about 70 years, at least how it’s measured her in the real world. If felt like les then that but I don’t know. That place, it does things to you. It changes you. She changed me.”
“I was her doll. She did what she wanted with me. He had many dolls, but she kept saying I was her favorite. I guess it was true because she played with me often. Sometimes she neglected her other toys a lot of them died of starvation, became injured beyond repair, or entered into contracts that they can not fulfill, meeting with a horrible fate. What could I do? She was in charge.” “I vaguely remember having been forced to play in the rose garden she kept and a beautiful tree, with silver charms hung in the branches there.” A slight smile came across his face, as he remembered the tree. He continued on, “
