Captivity Defined

Chapter Nine

{Christine's Secret Place is now shown on the picture st the beginning of the last chapter! Isn't it absolutely amazing?!}

Christine stared at the now - closed door, extremely perplexed by the mixed emotions pouring through her at this moment.

Why did he have such complete and total control over her? He had said it in such a way that she felt as if she had no choice in the matter, not that she would dare to voice her opinion anyways.
But who knew what disastrous happenings might occur if she were to refuse his offer and go hungry till the morning simply because she wanted to be stubborn.

Christine shook her head and let out a small huff of irritation. At this current moment she felt as if she were a dog, and she didn't like how tight the leash was on her.

But she knew that technically in all reality she had no say in the matter, and that if she were to refuse he would come fetch and most likely carry her.
Though some small part of her doubted he would come and actually change her herself, she decided not to take the very dangerous risk and got up from the fountain and it's calming waters.

Oh, how she hated the fact that he controlled her so easily!

Sighing, she reluctantly walked out of the peaceful paradise and into the sitting room of her new home. Closing the door behind her, she slowly crossed over the many beautiful Persian rugs to her bedroom, almost dreading what she might find there.

Stepping into the door, she walked over to the bed and released a breath she didn't even know she had been holding, only to gasp in awe a grand two seconds later.

Laying on the bed in the most elegant way a garment could, was an extravagant red ball gown.

It was so beautiful, made of the finest silk and the threads woven together to perfection. It had a long train, and the bottom edges of the gown crumpled into elegant ruffles which would make the most wonderful swooshing noise as she walked.

Though Christine didn't know why, she had always been entranced with the noise an expensive dress made when one walked in it. The noise was so alluring to her, and made her imagine that the person in the dress would have felt very much like a queen because of the way it sweeeped oh so elegantly across the floor as they walked.

Of course, she had never imagined that she would actually be able to wear such a dress herself! And yet here it was, in all of its glory, practically begging her to put it on.

Christine smiled in excitement and relief as she noticed that the gown was the only clothing item her Angel had picked for her, which meant he hadn't gone back to.... that corner...

Blushing slightly, she shook her head free of the thought only to freeze as she realised that she would have to go back there to choose which corset she would wear with the dress. It wasn't that she didn't like all the lingerie, it was simply the thought of her Angel hand picking all of that out for her that made her so embarrassed to even look at them.

Biting her lip, she decided to delay that time and picked the dress up to examine it better. She breathed out a sigh of relief when she noticed that the dress' waist was actually a fitted corset, simply fashioned in a way that it was sewn into the dress rather than wearing one separate from it.

Smiling in excitement, she carefully set it back on the bed and slid her current dress off her, as well as the corset she had been wearing underneath.

Picking the dress up, she eagerly slipped into it, loving how the dress fit her form perfectly, and yet it wasn't form-flattering at all, at least not when one considered her hips.