Tealsville Seas

old maid

Naomi Jones

I let out an unladylike burp as I leaned back against the headboard, a slight smile on my face.

Whoever made that food deserves some head.

Unless they're either

A- Valen Smith
Or B- An old man with saggy balls

Anyone else is fair game.

I sat the empty tray down on the wooden bedside table and stood up.

He said I could take a shower but the idea of being naked and defenseless in a room with no escape in an unknown area didn't appeal to me in the slightest.

I bent my head down towards my armpit and sniffed.

Yeah..I needed a shower.

I don't know what this psycho has planned for me but if I die, I'd rather die smelling good and feeling clean.

Opening up the closet doors, I stood there momentarily in awe at the sight. In front of me was a huge walk in closet with clothes lined on either side of  both walls. The wall at the end had a lot of different kinds of shoes which sat perched on shelves.

There were masculine clothes on one side of the closet but on the other side were feminine ones. I stepped inside the closet, one of the dresses catching my attention. It was a golden colored floor length gown that looked brand new. My guess was confirmed when I saw a tag still tucked inside the back of the dress. I almost didn't check the price tag, wanting to push my curiosity back to where it came from.

But it got the better of me.

I slowly reached for the tag and read the numbers on it, gasping loudly at what I saw.

Eight hundred.

Thousand.

My eyebrows shot up so high, I could have sworn that they were trying to escape my forehead.

That couldn't be right.

I looked at the tag again.

'Fine Silks Adorned, $800,000'

I dropped the price tag and backed away from the dress, reaching for something that looked less expensive.

I looked at the price tag on a basic black t-shirt and almost fainted at the price.

Two hundred dollars for a simple women's tee?

The cycle continued as I searched the women's clothing items for something that had a price that made sense.

Other than a pair of underwear and some fuzzy socks I didn't have any luck in finding clothes that actually matched their cost.

I slowly turned around, facing Valens loungewear.

No way.

I'm not wearing his clothes.

I backed away from his clothing and walked closer to the end of the closet. I didn't even want to check the prices of the shoes that sat on the shelves so instead I looked at a wall that was tucked off to the side, hidden away from the rest of the clothes.

All along the wall hung tons of jewelry ranging from silver to gold. There were rings, necklaces, bracelets, studs, hoops, pretty much everything.

His closet was literally a poor mans wet dream.

I didn't know he was rich.

Then again, I also didn't know that he was capable of abducting a soon to be nineteen year old.