Embracing Robotics

She sat upon the cold, wet ground in the rain. She was at the base of the woods where she had gotten lost. She was found this time. Found, lost, and grey. She stared ahead at nothing. She felt like plastic. Plastic or metal or something that doesn't feel. Everyone will ask what became of you.
What HAS become of me? Beautiful eyes that sparkled with the sunlight, it was as if someone blew them out and they were nothing but smoking embers. Her hair, whose sheen was undeniable, playful as she was, dull and faded. Her glowing skin and a smile that shone like the sun, they were gone too. She was reduced to a rag doll. Or worse.
He was gone. gone for good now. He hated her now and she deserved it. She'd watched him leave. He didn't  run at her and tear her to pieces. Not in the physical. but his eyes ripped her limb from pathetic limb.

Goodbye. The only thing she had said. And she hated goodbyes. Her eyes grew heavy and came to terms with how very exhausted she was. Like a child, she curled up in a ball right where she was and somehow drifted off into subconsciousness.

She sat in a single chair in a white room with no windows or doors. One lonely light bulb hung from the ceiling. Swinging back and forth to the rhythm of Adelaide's breathing. What the.. There was a television in front of her. Silent, no sound evoking from it. Simply static. Silent static. A sinister and confusing lullaby. Fear gripped her and shook her like a heart attack. She looked down at her hands that were taped to this chair. Her legs as well. Her mouth, somehow, had been sealed shut. She couldn't move. She had no idea how she got here. the last thing she knew was that she was at the base of the woods...
Out of nowhere the hooded apparitive creature in chains returned. In his shackled hands he held a large shard of a mirror. In that moment, she wanted nothing more than to scream or cry or run away or all of the above. He held up the shard so she could see her reflection in it. Upon her face was blush, bright and pink on her cheeks. On her eyes the brightest beauty paste imaginable and her lips donned the same. Except, her lips were sewn shut with black thread. And her eyes replaced. They were grey. They were glass. She could see through them, but it was very limited. With no power to scream nor freedom to punch her fists and stomp her feet. She was beyond trapped. This was worse than Hell. She was alive. Alive and mute and deaf and blind. THIS was Hell beyond measure. She could see only one feature of the horrid apparition's face. It's smile, a smile like the Chesire cat, lips curled over perfect straight, white teeth. It dropped the shard to the floor and she watched it shatter into more shards. The apparition picked up one of the shards and smiled bigger, more sinister and held the shard upon her pasty skin, dragging it across but no blood poured from it. No, the shard simply drew a black line. The ghost continued this, drawing black lines on her legs, arms and any skin revealed. What in Hell? Why am I not bleeding? Her eyes were false, she could not cry. Her lips were sewn, she couldn't scream or beg for mercy. Her legs and arms were tied, she couldn't run away. She looked down at her arms and legs and saw that red was pouring from her. She was bleeding. She was in the beginning processes of dying. Jesus, kill me inside this!! Her tortured heart cried out, doubtful that the desired recipient even heard her. Suddenly, there behind the apparition, stood a man with no face. Yet she recognized him immediately.

The apparition knew too. He disappeared and appeared behind her as suddenly as a vapor. "See him? He can't help you. You're not real. You're broken and easily replaced. False, plastic. A robotic, living flesh-toy. Let yourself bleed and die. No one will notice, none will see or care." Just as quickly, the faceless man appeared behind the creature, taking his hands and wrapping them around the demon's neck, whispering but loud enough to reach Adelaide's ears "It is finished." Choking and gagging, the creature cried and shrieked surrender, dissipating as the faceless man let go. He then stood before her and she shut her false eyes and squeezed them together tightly, biting her tongue. She wanted nothing more than to scream "Don't look at me!! I'm a shame!" He, with such a quick motion, removed the shackling from her wrists and ankles. He gently placed his hand over her eyes and gave her original eyes back. Then with one finger placed upon her lips, removed the thread so she could speak but placed his hand over her mouth so she could not. He moved his head close to hers and whispered in her ear "You are free." She looked at his face to see that there was one present. Kind eyes and smiling lips, pearly teeth and a nice face. He was kind. He was love. And as soon as he appeared he was gone again. Looking around the room, she realized there was a door on one of the walls now, and turned the knob to the waking world.