He looked really tired and exhausted. "Its abit dark in here." I said as i walked inside. It smelt like damp in here, then i felt water land on my shoulder, from the leaking ceiling i had just walked under. The floor was made of old wood, and i was glad i was wearing shoes, or my feet would be full of splinters.
On the positive side there was a camera facing one wall and a chair infront of it. "Oh is this the shoot area?" I asked smiling at him.
He was still at the door watching me investigate the area. He smiled at me before he locked the door with a key, before slipping it into his pocket.
"Why are you locking the door?" I asked worryingly.
"So we dont get disturbed, it would ruin the photoshoot." He smiled walking over.
"Oh right, ok." I said.
"So do i wear what im wearing now, or do you have something to put me in?" I asked.
I noticed there was another door on the other side of the room.
He pointed to the door. "In there ive laid an outfit out for you, change into it. Leave your belongings in there too." He said. I walked over to the door opened it to a very small room, like a changing room. Yet it stank, the floor was soggy and the walls drowned from the damp, with cracks in the wall that nearly reached the floor from the ceiling, and a light bulb hanging from the ceiling as a sad excuse for a light.
The ceiling was dripping with damp and the lightbulb swung slightly as the cold breeze came in from big crack in the right side corner of the ceiling.
I saw a plastic bucket placed in the corner, so i put my bag next to it and the outfit was layed on top of the bucket. I closed the door and locked it, with the lock that looked like it was ready to fall off.
The outfit consisted of black shiny leggings made out of leggings, and a black bra type top and a black netting, that looked like fish netting to go over it. With high heel shoes to wear with it.
It looked ridiculous but if i wanted to make it as a model, ill have to wear it. Next to where my shoes were there was a head band with cat ears and a eye liner tub.
I got changed, however leaving the cat headband of and eye liner, i left my bag on the floor and came out, struggling to walk in these retchid high heels that i nearly fell over it.
Eddie was at the camera fiddling with it. He looked over at me before grinning. "Now, put the cat headband on, and ill paint your face in that eyeliner." He said walking over.
"You what?" I said confussed.
"Im going to draw whiskers and a little nose. Your gonna look so cute."
"Why do i have to dress up like a cat?" I asked confussed, as Eddie started drawing whiskers on my cheeks and painting the end of my nose with it.
"Part of the photoshoot darling." He grinned. "Done." He said before throwing the eyeliner somewhere in the room away from us. "Now, put your head gear on, and lets get started." He said pointing at the chair infront of the camera.
I was cold and already started to shiver and we hadnt even started yet.
I sat down on this brown wooded old chair, that creaked every time i moved.
"Right your playing a abused cat, trapped and cold, ok?" Eddie said before walking over to his black bag and pulling out 2 hand cuffs.
"Whats with the handcuffs?" I asked worringly.
"Your trapped remember?" He smiled before tieing my hands to the back of the chair.
The chair was fixed to the floor, which i had soon figured out as i could now not move.
"Now your also cant get up and walk off, why?" He asked before pulling rope out of his bag.
"Cause your tieing me to the chair?" He smiled before doing so.
"Correct." He said before finishing tieing me to the chair.
"Now, when i take the photo i want you to look like your struggling, to try and escape, but you cant." Eddie said before standing behind the camera.
I had my hand tied near enough behind my back and my legs strapped to the chair. I leaned forward looking almost like i was going to be sick, and a flash went off.
"Now lean back like your exhausted, exhausted from pulling." I did so, leaning back with my head leaning back even futher, breathing deep and looking 'tired'.
A couple more shots were taken, the flash nearly blinding my eyes. "Good." He said, he started taking his camera of the stand and placing it in a case before putting it in his bag.
"Could you please untie me." I asked.
He walked over kneeling down infront of me. He started looking creepy now. Looking me in the eye, starring at me. In silence. My arms were aching from being so far behind my back.
"Please."
"Seen as you have asked so nicely. No." He said stroking my cheek with his cold hands. I moved my head away.
"Are you joking. You are joking right." I whispered.
"Let me go please." I asked leaning forward near his face. My hair was irritating me already, in my face and everywhere.
Without him saying anything he stood up, grabbing the camera stand, zipping his bag up and putting it over his shoulders.
"EDDIE, please untie me!" I shouted as he walked to the door.
He grabbed the key out of his pocket and unlocked the door.
"Eddie!" I screamed before he closed it behind him.
Locking me inside.
