[Owl by Kevinsphotos in Pixabay ](https://pixabay.com/es/photos/lechuza-camuflaje-la-vida-silvestre-1576572/)
# <center>Owl's eyes </center>
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*She went to the bathroom and when she came back, she opened the wrong door. Her eyes opened, like those of an* ***owl***, *she could not blink, that impression so hallucinatory, drowned out a cry in her throat, because she was not in a position to reveal his discovery, it was his mother-in-law's house and she was barely getting to know her.*
*But, she was now torn between confessing to Mark, her boyfriend, what she inadvertently saw when she went to the wrong door, or pretending to be sick to get out of that house as soon as possible because nothing guaranteed that she didn't know what was going on in her own house.*
*She tried to erase the image from her head so that her face wouldn't give it away, but the effort was great and her mind insistently recreated the eyes of what appeared to be a girl sitting in an armchair, tied up and gagged inside the room.*
*She tried to follow the thread of the conversation, but those eyes were not removed from his mind, sometimes, seemed to ask for help and at the same time, threatened to cause harm. She didn't know if she was a victim or a victimizer possessed by some demon.*
*Whatever it was, she felt threatened because: because someone in the house was doing that to the girl? and could even be her boyfriend. So she had to take precautions... But how could she hide it until the end of the visit or worse,¿what guaranteed that she wouldn't be a victim too if she stayed longer?*
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[Woman by pixundfertig in Pixabay](https://pixabay.com/es/photos/mujer-bosque-secuestrado-conectado-3096899/)
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*She drank the cup of tea with such distrust that the moment came when Mark's mother asked him, "Don't you like tea, dear?"*
*She was so absorbed that as soon as she heard what the lady was saying, she muttered something unintelligible and immediately corrected herself... "Pardon?"*
*"What's the matter, don't you like tea?"*
*"Ah, of course I like it."*
*"Finish it to show you my project which, even if I haven't finished it, I want you to give me your approval."*
*If I was afraid before, I was now panicked. "Me hurrying up with the tea? Oh, God," she thought.*
*"Well, leave it. Let's go to my workshop."*
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I was looking for Mark's eyes, looking for help, but he looked at me so happy, I couldn't find the words to say no.
I wanted to escape the situation, apologize and run to the exit of the house or turn into the wind and fly away from that place. But, Mark lured me to him by taking my arm, saying:
"Come, my love, you're going to have a privilege that very few people have, to see my mother's unfinished work."
I didn't understand what they were talking about, what job they were talking about, I have no idea and that scares me even more. I was shaking and sweating almost to the point of fainting, but Mark's arm was holding me.
When I saw that the lady opened the door of the room where I entered by mistake, I whispered in Mark's ear: "I feel bad, get me out of here, please" and he said: "Don't be rude, you'll make her feel bad, tell her what you think and then we'll leave, I promise."
We went in and this time I couldn't stand the scream when I saw the figure of the girl on the couch, the same expression, the same excited look in her eyes, my nerves couldn't stand it and I fainted.
When I regained consciousness, both of them were attending to me worried and he said, "Forgive me, my love, I didn't think you felt so bad. And remembering what I saw in the room, I started screaming, "What is that? What is that girl doing tied up on the couch?" And it was my mother-in-law who spoke:
"Did you get a good look at her? What did you think? It still lacks detail, but if it impressed you to the point of fainting, I did a good job, don't you think, Mark?
I looked at Mark without understanding, but he made it clear to me that this is a wax figure, Mom is an artist at the Great Museum of the city, this work is part of a series that is not yet on display, it is about being able to convey emotions without words.
"What do you think she was screaming with her eyes?" asked my mother-in-law.
"Help."
"And how was your reaction to this request?"
"I barely saw her, but it inspired a lot of panic. Something in her eyes scared me, I felt something threatening in her."
"Then, I must continue to work on it because it is not the intention of the work, it must not inspire fear, but compassion."
I took a deep breath and the composure returned to me, reflecting: "I must stop watching so many horror films."
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<h4>In response to <a href="https://hive.blog/@mariannewest">@mariannewest</a>: Day 899: 5 Minute Freewrite: Monday - Prompt: owl. The prompt is highlighted in bold. If you are interested, find out <a href="https://peakd.com/hive-161155/@mariannewest/day-899-5-minute-freewrite-monday-prompt-owl">here</a></h4>
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