Fifty Shades Purer- a short story

She had not seen the sun for days. In fact, it had had been weeks, months or years since she last felt the sunrays on her pale skin. She had seen nothing but white since they locked her in, everything in the room was white, she had only eaten rice since she ended up in that room. It was only a matter of time before she would lose her mind completely. It was all because of him.
Love can be such a dangerous indulgence sometimes, and this time she was the one to pay the price.
She gave up her dignity, purity and virtue … her everything, all because of him. They could have had a future together, they would fulfil their dreams and wishes; complete the impossible mission.
They would be the saviours; they would find the forgotten land. However … he betrayed her, he gave her up. He could not continue, even though they were the chosen ones… they were the lucky ones.
She tried to fall asleep, though in vain. She knew that the memories would return in her dreams.
Her thoughts wandered once again back to that dreadful day.
Apprehension filled her aching bones, anxiety was driving her mad, she could barely breathe, when she found out that they had captured him. She was going to faint, but she was strong and could not show her weakness in front of her father. Her face flushed ten shades of scarlet, when he first confronted her with it. Her father, Christian Grey, was the leader of the people, and he would protect her no matter what, even if he found out that she was a part of the so-called scheme.
She touched her hair, which was glowing like fire in the sun, Juliette would always do that when she was nervous, because she never touched her hair… they would never let her.
The counsel were discussing how he was going to be executed, she knew that, they always did. Whenever someone had broken The Laws of the Island, Nembata, they would make sure that everyone on the Island understood the graveness of disobeying the Law. They would always execute people in the most creative ways, though execution was not the worst punishment…. The worst punishment… was purification.
His fate would be announced by the next sunrise, and she was praying to God, for the first time ever, hoping that the truth would not see daylight.
Juliette desperately tried to push the thoughts away. Two rats were mating next to her bunk bed, the odour was sickening. She finally fell asleep, though she had neither sweet dreams nor terrifying nightmares… only horrifying nightmares.
The war ended on this day fifty years ago. Most of the planet was destroyed by the atomic bomb, only a certain group of people had survived, they found an uninhabited Island in the Middle of the Pacific. Since their common language was English and it was quite poor, their official language would become a dialect of English, a mix between a French and Russian accent. Later their society would become quite dictatorial, though it was covered up with smoke and mirrors.
Nobody knew about the past, and those who knew were certainly not allowed to utter a word about it. Though Juliette had a dream when she was little and she knew everything- her father had confirmed it, he was the leader or the president of the people. But not for long.
One day she had the most vivid and eye opening dream ever. She was lucid in the dream, she met an old man in an enchanted forest. He was dressed in a white cloak and one could barely see his face, his name was Bandalf. Oh my… he looks to pure and wise, Juliette thought as she flushed and touched her hair. Her face flushed a few shades of salmon-pink, her lips were so dry and she was nervous. She had forgotten to braid her hair before going to bed, it looked like a mess, she thought to herself. Bandalf’s white hair was perfectly combed; it looked so silky and glowed like a thousand stars in the broad daylight. It looked so magnificent, and she thought about all those hours she had spent combing her hair, but never had it looked as gorgeous as his. She even drank a magical potion, that her aunt Wilma made, though it did not look as naturally beautiful as his hair. He was definitely fabulous, she thought to herself.

Bandalf told her she was the chosen one and Jean, who were French, was her companion, they had to go against the totalitarian regime and find the land of the forgotten. It was an almost impossible mission, but they were chosen for it. The Island wanted them to, it had reached its decision- they were ideal for it.
She woke the following morning and had an epiphany; this was going to be her destiny. She would find the land of freedom and happiness, and her soon to be lover, Jean would aide her in this perilous mission.

Jean’s cold, empty eyes were penetrating her soul. She felt her insides turn to ashes, her whole body and mind withered, as she looked at his head, not more than a few centimetres from her. Some dogs had begun tearing it apart, tearing the skin off so that the bones were visible.
Juliette woke up abruptly, this dream she dreamt almost every night. Her head was exploding- she had another migraine.
The door slowly opened, an old man in a dark cloak stood there, staring at her, his voice was grave: “Juliette, it is time… you shall be pure now, come with me”