Roxanne

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| Warning: This chapter has one sexual scene. If you're sensitive to this either read with caution, or go to the next chapter. You could also find another book to read. I don't want to trigger anyone in anyway|

Once I got to my room I saw two bags by the side of the bed. I did my absolute best to ignore them, but I was tempted to see what he bought me. In my head there was no fucking way he knew the style I would like. But holy hell I was wrong. When I opened the bag I saw two leather jackets, one brand new pair of killer boots with a nice heel, some regular black t shirts, black jeans with rips, black sweatpants, three skirts that were short but not too short, there were also some soft shorts to sleep in, black and white tank tops, black biker gloves with the fingers cut off, and black and dark purple lace bra and knickers. To my shock the bra and knickers were exactly my size, and they looked so fucking hot. There was also a Lace skater dress with stretch knit shapes a triangle bodice, finished with priceless seams, and a lace-trimmed neckline. With a fitted waist falls to a skater skirt, with a panel of sheer eyelash lace with an exposed silver zipper accents the open back. It also had a hidden zipper with clasp.
(Note: If you want to see what the dress looks like. Search up Perfect Evening Black Lace Skater Dress. )
    There were some gorgeous black heels with straps, and the heel was the perfect height for me. I'm the second bag their was some silver rings, a black diamond necklace, there was what looked like an expensive shampoo and conditioner brand, there were some earrings, black eyeliner, dark cherry and gothic plum lipsticks, there was so many feminine hygiene products, and many sugar scrubs and body washes for the shower. He thought of everything I needed to get back into a normal mental state. Now naturally I would never go back to normal because I was still raging that he took me, but these things he got me were amazing. I grabbed all the hygiene products and took a shower using almost every single one of them. I washed my hair with the brand new shampoo that smelled like absolute heaven. Let's just say it was one of the best showers I've ever taken, and I will use those products until the day I die. Or until I fully run out of them, and need to bitch and complain about getting more products.
Once I was done with my shower I got dressed into what I can say are the most comfortable sleep attire I've ever worn. It was so soft and cozy, and it didn't make me too cold, or overheat. I organized all my new clothing, and jewelry items. For some reason I was a little curious, and went to go look around. I picked the lock, and walked into the hallway. It was so quiet and calming at the same time. I didn't hear Tom anywhere, and decided to go steal his knife from his room. I had to pick the lock again, and when I went in there was nobody in the room. I started to look through the drawers, dresser, hidden compartments...nothing. I saw his bathroom door was a little open, and I had a feeling I shouldn't go in there. But I really wanted to find that motherfucking knife. I didn't hear anything in the bathroom, and I slowly opened it. Before I could fully open the door I heard water running. I opened the door completely without making any noise, and I saw Tom in the shower...naked. He was running his hands through his hair, and his back was facing me. I could see all his back muscles flexing while he was washing his hair. His veins expressing themselves through his hands. Holy fuck. I closed the door a little, and ran back to my room and closed my door. "What the fuck is wrong with you Roxanne?! Why did you go into his bathroom?!?!" I crawled into my bed, and covered myself with the silk sheets. I'm so fucking stupid. I can't believe I saw my kidnapper naked, and that I was fucking turned on! I couldn't understand why my brain told me to not go in the bathroom at first, but now I do. It's because it knew once I saw him in the shower that I would never get that image out of my head....and I didn't. I tried to let my mind wander around, and think about other things. But my brain kept going back to that same fucking shower. I was even thinking about going back to his room. But I legit couldn't because I knew it wouldn't end well.
     I went into a manic state which is something I haven't been in since I was seven or eight years old. I was walking around in circles counting until I forgot which number I was on. I was driving myself crazy, and I fucking hated myself for it. Once I calmed down from my manic state because they don't last very long. It's kinda like a panic attack. The panic attacks stops very quickly, and you get on with your life. I climbed back into my bed and tried to think about something else. At first it was working, but then it my mind would go backwards and I would see him again. Except this time I wasn't fucking walking around in circles like I needed to be put on medication. Instead I just put my head on the pillow, and feel the soft silk. I was a little curious to see where my mind would wander. So it did. I let my brain think what it wanted to think about. I've actually never done this before in my life, but I needed to calm myself down. I started to touch myself thinking about my life, and then I started to think about Tom. The second I thought about him I was inside myself, and I started to grab my own neck thinking that Tom was doing this to me. Now I've never tried to pleasure myself, but my roommate told me it was a great way to get things off my mind. My breathing got heavier, and I was imagining his hands again. My god this isn't good for me. The more I thought about him the more I arched my back into myself. But before I could do anything I heard someone open the door and I quickly stopped myself and covered myself with the blanket. Of course it was fucking Tom in my room. He walked around the side of the bed to see if I was asleep. Which I obviously wasn't, but I was pretending because I didn't want to be caught. I could feel his eyes on me, and then all of a sudden I heard the door close. Now I wasn't stupid because I wanted to make sure that he wasn't still in the room. But after a few minutes I opened my eyes, and he really was gone. I was relieved that he didn't catch me literally fingering myself. And I also realized that the thought of Tom fucking me was basically gone. The one thing that was annoying is I was a little drenched. I walked over to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. This is the last thing I ever fucking wanted. I didn't want to be kidnapped, and I didn't want to be a little mesmerized by the person who fucking kidnapped me. This was the hardest thing to say, but my pleasuring myself while thinking Tom was fucking me. Shows that I'm sexually attracted to him...not good. "Fuck."

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