Bound

Omissions

You crack an eye open slowly, the slight haze of sleep clearing as you scan the room lazily. A fire crackles in the in hearth a few feet away, to the right of Lady Dimitrescu's vanity. Near the fireplace sits an over-sized off-white chaise, littered with red splattered handwritten letters, stained red down its front. It's then you note the pair of iron shackles linked around one of the legs. That alone should have you terrified, plotting an escape, but somehow you're numb to the notion. After all, what waited for you in the village, more of those mutated lycans? Something worse? Better the devil you know, she's certainly the more attractive choice. And at least she hasn't tried to kill you...yet. Your eyes find their way to the foggy window pane. It's pitch black outside, the stars not even making an appearance. You wonder what day it is, how long you've been out for. Your head's still throbbing but you do feel somewhat better than earlier. You subconsciously run your hand over your bandages and wince as it scratches against the stitches. They're tender but not unbearably so, just enough to make you say "Ow.." out loud. You turn in the bed and sigh as the cool satin sheets brush your skin. The enormous cushy pillows smell of Lady Dimitrescu, a mix of her heady perfume with hints of clove and lavender. You smile into the pillow and stretch your lithe limbs. You shouldn't be as giddy as you are, given your current circumstances, but you can't help yourself. You toss onto your back and stare at the canopy of the bed, tracing the ornate pattern woven into the red silk with your eyes. But soon your nose leads you to a tray waiting for you by the bedside, littered with fruits and cheese. You readily devour it, feeling famished from earlier, and savor the tang of the two. Satiated, you slug down the glass of water sweating next to the tray, nearly moaning as the icy feeling coats your throat and settles deep in your chest.

You look around for your clothes but they're nowhere in sight. You huff frustratedly and slip out of the bed, being modest as you can in naught but your panties. You tiptoe through the dark room across the cold wooden floor to a far door and push it open slowly, fingers crossed it leads where you're hoping it does. It opens into a low lit hallway and you curse, looking around. There's another door a few feet down to the left and you dash for it. Thankfully, it's the bathroom and caddy-cornered to the right is a giant porcelain claw-foot tub, large enough to hold 4 people quite comfortably.

I'd kill for a hot bath right now.

You bend over the tub and turn on the water, testing it with your hand.

"Feeling better, are we?"

You jump at the sound of Lady Dimitrescu behind you and clutch your bandage-clad chest, turning to face her. "Shit! You scared me."

As soon as you lay eyes on her you're captivated all over again, just as lost as you were in the courtyard. She's a walking painting, the most elegant predator you've ever seen.

She laughs and tuts you. "Mind your tongue, dear."

"Sorry, you caught me off guard." You reply, still holding yourself.

You suddenly remember how close to naked you are standing in front of her and step nervously from foot to foot, averting your eyes.

Lady Dimitrescu quirks a brow at you and tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet her gaze. "I expect your attention when I'm speaking to you."

You swallow hard and nod in her grasp, feeling the soft leather of her glove brush against your bottom lip. "Yes Mistress,"

She grins down at you and lets go, those glowing honeyed eyes flitting to the tub filling behind you. "I intended to have a maid draw a bath for you but I see you've taken up the task yourself,"

You let out a small laugh, as you've always done everything for yourself. "There's no need to trouble them. I don't mind,"

"That's why they're here, for me to trouble them. Now I took painstaking time with those stitches, and I'm partial to my work. Anything else you require, you'll ask of me or a maid, understood?" She asks, her tone slightly more stern, as if she's scolding you.