"You think I don't have control over you?" He asks darkly while looking at me like he could rip me to pieces.
I stare at him with fear, "I-"
"Every fucking night, you lay under me, screaming my name at the top of your lungs, making it pretty clear...
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CONTROL OVER ME. Scrub. Pretty doll. Scrub. Sit and look pretty. Scrub. Obey. Scrub.
If this hatred I feel in my body could be converted into nickers, then I'd be the richest person back in the society.
How can such an evil person hold someone against their will like this? I might as well go back to the society and marry Mr. Louie. I'd also very much prefer giving him a child rather than the devil whose roof I live under.
I harshly scrub my body with the hairy thing that was provided in this bathroom. I'm still oblivious to half of the things in this world, technology is much more advanced especially with one of those boxes I see Angelo putting over his ear and talking to someone over it.
"I wonder what that is." I mutter while continuously scrubbing my body till it burns a light shade of red. A new habit I've inquired while staying here.
You see I'm still oblivious about most things, but I've found out a lot more things about the male human anatomy, especially about sex.
Then I start to think that thats what mama and my father did. Oh. I totally understand her now. No wonder why the society made her an outcast. That unholy act is only reserved for wedded couples and after knowing how it feels, I'm afraid that I'll become addicted.
No I will not. Totally not.
After he harshly made it clear that he's not letting me go out, he hasn't touched me since. Which I'm glad. I'd rather not get used to his touches after he continuously did it to me every night for weeks.
He hasn't been sleeping in the room after that either which I'm also glad. I don't want to see his face, not after that.
I finish up in the bath and wrap my body in a towel before going into the closet and sitting in front of the vanity.
Self care products are also much more advanced here and my personal favorite is a blow dryer. I always hated keeping my hair wet and a blow dryer is a big upgrade compared to what we had in the society which was just a towel and air.
I blow dry my hair and as soon as I finish I go into the wardrobe and pick out some clothes. I grab a white top thats loose around my waist and a small skirt that fits perfectly around my hips and stops mid thighs.
I started dressing up more often to remind myself of the fun time I had dressing up with Aleia and mama back at home. The clothing here aren't as layered and extravagant, which I prefer. But I also prefer the fun times I had back in the society.
I let my long wavy fluffy hair fall over my shoulder and back before letting out a huge sigh.
I gaze at myself in the mirror and I stare at my empty wrist before slowly rubbing a hand over it.
