Consciousness prods her eyes open, fluttering and blinking to no avail. The darkness outside her eyes differs only slightly from the darkness inside. She takes in a deep breath.
"Wh....where...where am I?" she attempts to look around the blackness, only to meet a severe pain in her neck when she tries to move her head.
"Hello? I...is anyone there?" she tries to move her arms and finds she is unable to. It's doesn't feel like they've been bound or held fast, but it's as if her arms no longer exist. Her breath becomes a creeping state of hyperventilation as she realizes she is completely immobilized. It seems the only part of herself she can control is her eyes.
"Oh good," a voice as soft as a whisper sounds. "Our star is finally awake. The show can finally begin," the voice fills her ears, darker than the blackness surrounding her. Her panic becomes more frantic at the chilling sound.
"Please, will someone tell me where I am? Why can't I move," she attempts to move again to no prevail. Her eyes twitch around the room, searching for the owner of the voice.
"Quite. It's show time," the voice hisses at her and gentle laughing is heard.

As the laughing dies down, a bright light floods her vision, a sliver only about 5 feet wide. The shape of a person wearing a tall top hat blots out most of the light. She takes the advantage of the momentary light to peek at her environment. She sees the wood floor below her, polished and shinning like a ballet studio. She realizes that she is lying on the floor, though she can't feel it. Her eyes widen in horror and tears well to the point of breaking as she looks down at the mangled state she's in.

The sound of applause shrills up, she darts her eyes towards the source. The figure raises its arms and the clapping stops.
"Welcome all to the show. We have a very special presentation for you tonight, so prepare to be amazed," his voice, which had been the soft voice whispering to her before, boomed, reminding her of a ringmaster at a circus. The figure bows deeply and the light disappears, darkness enveloping her once again.

"Please sir, there's been some mistake,” she whispers to the figure standing in front of her.
"Quite my precious. You need to be perfect, it's a full house," his voice on the verge of hysterics now. That is, like he's about to laugh uncontrollably from the pure inebriation he's experiencing. Finally, his show can debut. He fusses with her hair and makes sure her outfit is absolutely perfect.
"Perfect for what? I don't understand," her breath slowed down, trying to keep from adding to his excitement.
"Why, my lovely, for the opening night of my show, of course!" his voice booms again.
"What show!" she screams back at him, unable to control her overwhelming fear.
"Don't forget your lines, precious. You don't want to anger the master, now do you? Places everyone!" he strikes her face lightly, like one would hit a dog with a newspaper. His shoes click against the floor as he leaves. Her tears well up and falls onto the floor.

;) to be continued....