The color Red

Red is the color of many things, romance.... heat... passion.... all things are equal to one thing... sex, love, desire... the sins of my life... A women of nobility, should have all these things related to the color red, but for me, i do not. My silky blond hair, my brown eyes.. my ivory skin... are not even closely related to that awful blood stained color on my sheets of life. And yet, i see it everywhere now... now i see it everyday.. in this basement, in this room.... tied to the chair, with my mouth tapped, and my eyes wide open... why am i here? Why am i alive? I cant even answer it... yet alone ask. Day by Day, that man... that toys with me. Brings another women in here... more beautiful then i... and kills her before my eyes... staining the room... with that red color. He'll laugh demonically, and take his leave.... nutcase. I guess this is a punishment for a sin i have committed myself, or maybe I'm just a innocent pawn, placed in the wrong spot in chess.... whatever the case of my unlucky situation, i must find away out.... I lower my head letting my silk hair cover my face, and fall into my lap, as i sulk.... will i die to? No... I'm not beautiful like the other women... my death would be a waste of time... yet.. would it? As i hear the door open, and the sound of foot steps echo in my brain... i know.. i know he is here... and today something new will happen. I looked up to see my psycho host, in a butler outfit, holding a suitcase, and his face shown to me... He grins at me, a horrible grin, that looks as if a shark is starring at his lunch... but i showed no emotion. He set his suitcase down on the table behind me... and undid the wrappings on my mouth. Finally able to move my jaw, i stretch it out a bit, and turn my attention toward the man... still grinning. "Well, i see today you've graced me with your face... what special occasion does today hold for me? Death?" I say with a smile, and a glare. The man smile fades some and opens the case. "No my dear... not death..." He holds up a small container, and a paint brush up to my face, and grins once more. "I absolutely LOVE the color red... don't you, ms. violet?" The sound of my name hissed in my ear, as my own smile fades, but my glare stays strong. "I hate red." His smile then fades to. "Such a same... your no violet, but a rose... a rose in the wrong bush.." "Love the poetry, but it doesn't work on me." "I know it doesn't... you are a rare women Ms.Violet, and i envy you... i truly do..." The man opens the container, dipping the brush in, revealing a crimson red lipstick... or is it. "Lovely color is it not? The blood of beautiful women, turned into a lip-gloss, clever don't you think?" "Your a twisted freak." he froze.... he froze in his place, not saying a word or moving a muscle... his eyes only moved from the paint... to me, and at this time.. i studied his appearance... his eyes were the same as mine brown, but his hair was black... spiky yet curly... and his skin, was tan, with scars and burns from past mistakes... or accidents... This man, was not from here i could tell. His lips formed a smile... a gentle one, as he stood and held the brush up. "My dear... Angelina... you think I'm a twisted freak?" "I don't think Sir. I know." He brushed my bottom lip with the paint, the cold wet feeling of blood, touching my skin, made me shiver in the chair, despite the chains, and wraps.... shivering, made him mess up.. the paint. Pulling the brush back, his look screamed he was unsatisfied with his work, and grabbed my face, holding it up for him to see clearly. "Why... why do you think so wrong of yourself... Ms. Cipullo." "Ahh, so you do know me after all...." His upper lip began to shake as he released his grip on my face.. and fell to his knees, hiding his face into my lap.. "You call yourself ugly, say you shall never own the color red in your life.... passion, yet people admire your beauty as it is, and your personality... why sob over what you aren't, then smile about what you ARE!" "Because..." I started.. looking down at him... "Why smile what i have, when i don't have the one thing i DESIRE.... love... yet people.. admire me... but they don't love me.. how am i to obtain that one color i so despise, when nobody loves me!" My eyes grew fire with rage, as i went on... "I have all the colors i want, blue for sadness, Purple for patients, Yellow for laughter, Green for calming, Orange for sweet'n'sour, and yet I DON'T HAVE RED!" i shouted....i wanted to scream, but i knew it wouldn't do my any good.... i wanted to cry, but how would that help? I sat there steadying my breathing... when he began to laugh.... and laugh... and laugh... "You dare... You dare to laugh at me?" I asked insulted... he sat up... holding my dress as he looked up at me. "No... Ms. Angelina.. I laugh because someone does love you." in shock, i gasp... and sat there... in shock. "I... Sebastien Marvel Arthur .... Love You... Ms. Angelina Audriana Cipullo-Grudzinski." "S-Sebastein Phantomhave's bulter?!" "Yes... and long have i set my eyes for you... my rose. Let me give you... your more desire color, of all..."  "Red."