I took a long, half hour shower in the huge marble bathroom. I needed my tie to think and relax, especially since what is going on right now. I stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel tightly around me, then walked cautiously into the bedroom. (I refuse to call it mine) I blow-dried my long hair and then curled it so it looked more formal. Why am I doing this? Why am I obeying to him? It really makes no sense, but I do anyway. I guess it's because I'm afraid, no, horrified, of what he may do to me if I am disobedient. He could kill me. What a grave thought, I must push it out of my mind as soon as I can...Hmmm maybe I'll turn the television on to distract me.
I finished my hair and looked at the deep purple dress laid out onto the pitch black bed. It was beautiful. It had an empire waist accented by a black ribbon and seemed to be made of silk and chiffon covered with diamonds. When I put it on, It just barely touched the floor. I put on some dark, smoky makeup, slid on some black pumps, and looked in my mirror. I look gorgeous, and I mean it, I have low self-esteem or whatever that crap was but.....wow. The fabric on the top was perfectly snug, showing a modest amount of cleavage, the black ribbon tied in a long bow in the back accentuated my thin waist, and the fabric that so perfectly dropped down to the floor in gorgeous flowing layers of black and purple spashed with diamonds for accent was just heavenly. I admired myself in the mirror for quite a bit then decided I must go downstairs to eat dinner.
I stepped down the stairway just about as gracefully as I could, wanting to please my kidnapper. He was at the end of the stairway wearing an all black tuxedo, He looked very attractive.....no...NO HE DIDN'T.
"Oh....my....God. You look breathtaking, baby" He toke me in his arms.
"Thanks.......no......get off......now!" I pushed him away but my struggle made him hold me tighter. Eventually, after what seemed like ages, he let go of me. I breathed a "whew!" sigh. He then took hold of my hand and led me outdoors,"Where are you taking me?"
"Fancy place. To celebrate us finally being together" He smiled at me, shivers went up my spine, how could I live with him? He's sick, psycho, he tried to kill my family! Who knows? he'll try to kill me? He held my hand in the car, with a crushing grip so I couldn't let go. He is so disgusting and bile, I put my other hand over my mouth to keep me from vomiting all over the car.
We finally got to dinner, it was a very, very sophisticated restaurant. It's like those ones that two meals are about $400 without drinks included. I didn't know he had this much money, I just noticed, I really don't know anything about him. We got the best seat in the house, and I let him order for me since I really didn't want to open my mouth, or remnants of my lunch would come back up. he put his hand on my knee as we ate and drank fine champagne with our steak dinners. We didn't talk though. I refused to. He told me some things and asked a few questions but I just nodded my head. He gave up after 5 minutes and ate and drank. Everytime he talked about me he'd slide his hand further up my thigh a little and I would try to push it back down. I wish he'd just back off. After 2 hours of silence, we were done eating, and the bill came. $432.60. Oh wow. He swiftly payed the bill in cash and asked me if I enjoyed the dinner.
"Ummmmm."
"Answer me. Now." He said sternly. Scary.
"I-i-it was g-good."
"Good. When we get home go to bed, do not come out of your room. I will tell you the rules in the morning."
