Captured by him

Chapter 21: The event

The days went by quite quickly until it got to Friday. I had barely seen Mason for the past few days, only noticing he was still here when he would hold me while he slept.

On Friday I awoke alone in the bed, again. I noticed that the sheets on Mason's side of the bed were ruffled, indicating he had slept next to me. He hadn't tried to touch me because I would have woken up. He wasn't in the room either and had left me another note.

I will not see you until tonight when we leave for the event. Aiden will be keeping you company while I am unable to. You are allowed outside, however, I expect you to remain inside should the weather be miserable. Antonio and Marguerite will arrive at 2 pm to get you ready for tonight and I expect you to behave. Be showered and ready for them when they arrive. If you need anything, ask.

Mason

Judging by how the sun was shining through the window, it was later than I thought. I wouldn't have time to go outside today and still follow what Mason requested from me. Stretching out my arms and legs, I rolled over to see that it was 12.45 pm. How the fuck had I slept so long? I sprung out of bed and hurried over to the wardrobe, pulling out a bra, panties, and a silk robe. I didn't bother with any clothing because I knew Mason wouldn't see me and I doubted Antonio and Marguerite would care if I just had a towel around me.

Hopping in the shower, I let the water run over my head and into my eyes. My vision clouded but that wasn't new to me. Whenever I was around Mason my fear would cloud my judgment. I couldn't stand up for myself every time I wanted to. If I could I would tell him to 'piss off' every time he talked to me, but I wouldn't. The punishments he had put me through were working, I was beginning to become more afraid of what he would do to me, should I 'act out' in his terms.

Heat engulfed my body. Rage flowed from my fingers to my toes. Unblinking, I turned the shower off and proceeded to dry myself. My jaw clenched. What kind of person thinks they can just control someone? Thinks that they can take someone from their life and expect you to swoon over them? What kind of messed-up person physically abuses you and is confused when you won't give yourself to them? Mason. Mason was that monster.

My fear, uncertainty of what he might do to me, could not control me anymore. Realising the problem is one thing. Acknowledging it is another and changing the way you behave is on a whole other level, but I was two steps deep into it, so Mason might as well have a piece of my mind.

I threw my hair into a bun and put the underwear on. I slipped the robe on and walked out of the bathroom. Sure enough, Antonio and Marguerite had already begun to set up in preparation for me, they acknowledged me with a small nod and continued. Bailee had come in and changed the sheets so the bed was made. Sitting back on the bed I looked out the window while Antonio and Marguerite continued to set up. When they were done, I was brought over and set down on a chair.

This event was obviously more formal than our little dinner the other night because the dress that was chosen for me, was floor-length and red. It had a lace bodice and when it was tied up,  it was near impossible to breathe. It was nearing 7 o'clock when marguerite helped me into my dress and heels. The heels were red that matched the dress and laced up my leg. I decided that Mason had chosen those shoes for two reasons.

It would make my butt wiggle just the right amount for him to gawk at it. As well as curving my back to make my butt bigger for him.

It would also be ridiculously hard to run away from him in these.