Possessive Love | Vinnie Hacker

ten (short)

Nai's p.o.v
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„Nailea, can I come in ?", I hear a voice saying while someone walks in my room.

„Hey"

As I turn around who just walked in, my eyes get caught up on two dresses, which Ana hands me over.

Confused I take them, looking at two dresses, one is covered up with glitter and the other one is a tight black dress with a wide neckline.

„What should I have to do with them", I ask.

„Wear it", she states, excited, clapping her hands like a five year old kid.

Amused by her reaction, I shake my hand, placing the dresses on the bed.

„Why should I wear them ? I never go outside and why would you give me clothes for free"

She starts laughing, taking the tight black dress, holding it right in front of me.

„First of all, I don't think you have any money. Second, we have to go to a business party tonight and we have the instruction to take you with us. And third, I think this dress would fit you perfectly"

Party? Instruction ? What?

„A- a party ?", I stutter, unable to say something else.

„Yeah, a party. You don't need to know why but you'll have to accompany us", she shrugs her shoulders as a smile forms on her face.

„Who gave you the instruction?", I probably know the answer of this question, but something inside me want to hear it out loud.

„Who else expect Vinnie could it be ?", she says, turning around and leaving the room with a slight smile on her face.

Confusion is written down on my face.

Why would Vinnie want to take me to a business party ?

He could also lock me in the room and make sure I'll not escape, but he decided to take me with them.

Maybe I'll find a way to escape there?

And the fact that they gave me two dresses is hilarious. I look like shit, I actually feel like shit and I have no make up, I will just blame myself there and other criminal people will see my face and know that I'm an hostage.

As I walk to Vinnie's private bathroom, asking myself where he's been sleeping all these days since I know that this is usually his room.

I peel my clothes off and take a look in the mirror as I notice a pink bag in front of it.

Curiously, I open it and many..and oh wow.., many expensive make up, lipsticks, bronzers, laying in there.

Altough sozial media is paying me enough money to get some luxury things like clothes and make up, I could never effort this much. And this is probably just leftovers for me.

So I close the bag, stepping in the shower to get myself ready, trying to look like an human, again.

I'm not even motivated or in a party mood after all this shit happened to me, or the fact that I have to get comfortable with a life as an hostage.. this party maybe will give me an opportunity to escape.

But I know if I don't. Or get caught, I'm dead. Like, for real. Dead.

Readers:

Hey, I'm sorry for the short chapter guys. This is just an informative chapter to give a little „trailer" for what will probably happen in chapter eleven.

Do you think she will try to escape ?
Is it gonna be a success ?

Feel free to comment <3