I'm The Option You Shouldn't Have Chosen.

Part five-A new start, or a new tart?

I'm The Option You Shouldn't Have Chosen- Part five.

And just like that he left me dazed and confused. I didn't know what do to, more so; I didn't know what I was ALLOWED to do. If I left this room I could get in trouble, but what if he changed his mind and no longer wanted me in his room?

Then I could also get in trouble.

Sighing I walked over to his walk in wardrobe to try and find some clothes. Now the most clichéd thing that could happen here would be me choosing one of HIS shirts to wear; I didn't think he'd be happy about that so I instead found some other woman's shirts to the far side of the closet.

Ahh, so he's had some 'one night stands' I see?

And even though the thought of wearing some other tramp's clothes wasn't very flattering, but it was better than walking around naked. I gazed over the several tops and skirts, and picked out the things that caught my eye; a simple black skirt that I estimated would almost reach my knees, and a pretty purple tank top that had embroidered patterns on it which made it look almost elegant.

I made my way back over to the bathroom with the clothes in my hand and put on the underwear and bra that I had been wearing before. Yes, I could handle wearing another tramp's clothes but there was NO way that I would go and wear a pair of their leftover underwear.

Looking in the mirror I realised I had miss-judged the skirt, instead of going down to my knees, it only just reached mid-thigh; which resulted in actually making my legs look long and slender. Then you moved up and could see the curves of my hips, going up even higher then you were looking at my boobs. And yes, I would be lying if I said I wasn't proud of them. Not too big and not too small, they were big enough to give me a lovely amount of cleavage, but not so big that they were falling out everywhere and making me look like a tramp.

I was surprised that even with the shortness of the skirt, I had to admit myself that I actually looked...nice.

My long, black hair that reached around my waist area hung straight down in its natural waves and I realised that this was the first time, in a long time, that I actually felt good about myself.

If only I was at home.

I could just imagine how worried my parents would be, but I had this feeling making it home wasn't going to be that easy. And it may also never happen. But I couldn't give up, I never would.

I looked up at my face; it was petite, yet womanly. I didn't have high cheekbones like you see on all of the movie stars, but they were still defined, and I liked it that way. I had always been told that my eyes were such a bright blue; some even said they looked scary- I had laughed at that.

Thinking that I should probably leave Slade's room, I walked out of the bathroom and back into the closet because I couldn't go out wearing these clothes without wearing some form of shoes. Lined up on the floor were a few different styles of shoes- boots, flats, little heels, heels the size of stilettos, and then right on the end there was a pair of dark purple heels with a bow on the front. I picked them up to check the size and prayed that they would fit. It seemed as if luck was on my side because they were a size eight and fit perfectly.

I walked out of Slade's room and started venturing down the hallway; if I made it to the kitchen then I could try and get something to drink without Slade knowing.

It seemed like I was risking a lot for a drink, right?

It was also for the fact that I was curious. I had to get used to the hallways and all of its twist and turns if I was planning on making it out of here one day. Over everything, I still had no idea what Slade wanted me for. I had seen a few slaves around the place; none of them looked like I could greet them and start a conversation because they all looked terrified.