Forbidden

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Madison woke up to find an empty room once again, she figured it was Saturday, but she'd lost track so she wasn't sure. There was a tray with food by her bed, and clothes on the armchair.

"Finally I'll get out of this bloody dress" she said to herself trying to reach the string that would loosen the corset in the back, she squirmed and struggled but could not reach it, "oh no, no, no" she ran to the bathroom, pulling down the fabric that hovered over the mirror, turning her back to it.

"I can do this" she took in a deep breath, stretching her arms over her back, one kept the heavy hood out of the way and the other bent backwards, she could almost feel the fabric on the tip of her finger.

"Pathetic" she heard the velvet voice coming from the door. Tom was leaning on the doorway, watching her struggle.

Madison ignored him, she was annoyed from the bad night she had sleeping with the heavy, tight gown.

"Let me assist you"

"You could assist me by giving me back my wand" she spat.

"Woke up in a bad mood?"

"UGH!" She huffed, giving up the struggle, putting the hood over her head and giving him her back so he could help her, defeated.

He approached her slowly, his hand caressed her stomach first, catching her attention to his presence, she flinched at the touch. His hand traveled to the back where he grabbed the string, pulling it ever so slowly. Then he loosened up the other loops, taking his sweet time.

"You could have used your wand, my Lord" she rolled her eyes, hidden behind the hood, "it is loose enough, thank you"

He turned her around to face the mirror, pulling her hood down again.

"Am I still the same from the drawing? In the mirror?" He looked at himself with disgust, the absence of nose and hair, the transparent like white skin that showed his veins.

"Yes, you look very much the same as last night"

He made her turn her back to the mirror, facing him. Tom grabbed her hand and guided it to his head, his eyes glued to his reflection to see what would happen. Madison understood what he was trying to do, making her other hand follow, running her fingers through his dark locks.

"I feel it...why can't I see it?"

Madison pulled a piece of hair, making him flinch with the pain he didn't know he would feel.

"You can" she opened her palm open, with three pieces of his dark hair.

He carefully got them from her hand, hypnotized.

"I will give you privacy" he said before leaving her alone again.

He had different clothing on, an elegant cloak that looked tailored, and he had dress shoes on, shined to perfection.

Madison took a nice long shower, and did all of her hygiene before going out the bathroom, putting on whatever clothes Wormtail chose to deliver. A black knit sweater and silk pijama pants. If she was to be locked up all day that would do.

She tried to dry her hair with the towel but it was so thick and heavy it would take ages without magic. The young witch opened the black curtains to let the day light in, she noticed there was a balcony behind one of the floor to ceiling glass doors, a balcony she didn't even remember existed.

"Please don't be locked, please" she talked to herself before turning the knob, only to find it locked.

She found herself alone, in a room with no books, no parchments, no fire, no wand. Madison plopped herself on the sofa, dark green, almost black that was set in front of the non functioning fire place. The door opened but no one came in.