The Cutter's Lover

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I was still in this room, and I'm pretty sure it's been a couple of days. I have only been fed once and I'm seriously considering screaming profanities until Grant comes back.

The binds were biting into my wrists. I'd chosen not to fight against them anymore because they started to bleed badly. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, I had to think logically about all of this. I couldn't just putz around and not think about anything. My head started hurting as footsteps come up the stairs.

I immediately stop moving and stared at the door. Oh God, he's coming in here. My arms are asleep and feel like they weigh over one hundred pounds. I try to keep my eyes open as I hear footfalls coming up the stairs. I freeze in my spot and look at the ceiling trying to keep my face blank and my body still. I don't know what will happen but I'm sure as hell scared of what he'll do.

"Victoria." He opens the door. My body starts to tense as he advances towards me.

"How are you feeling?" A sick smile spreads across his features. I look him in the eye but don't reply to his question. A cold chill runs down my spine as he sits on the edge of the bed making it groan from his heavy weight. I look away from him and try to fight the tears from anger and despair. It's like someone has taken a knife and lodged it into my chest and keeps twisting it to watch me bleed out. I haven't eaten in days so I'm insanely weak and can barely keep my eyes open, even if my body is alert my mind isn't.

I barely feel his hand touching my ankle as he starts rubbing my foot. I try to yank it away in disgust but he holds it down.

"Let me go." I say barely audible for him to hear. I didn't struggle because I knew better than that. Grant just laughed and stood from the bed, I couldn't take my eyes off of him because I knew if I did, something bad would happen. Hell everything bad had happened in the past week or so.

Grant walked to the head of the bed and started to untie the binds on my wrist. I was confused but didn't ask a thing, I just needed to think of a way to get out.

"Now Tori," He started, "When I untie these binds you will go and take a shower. I have already laid the clothes out that you will need including your undergarments. After you are finished with that you will get yourself ready and come downstairs for dinner. I will be back in one hour." After he finished his rant as he walked out of the room and locked the door behind him.

I slowly got up from the bed, my stomach howling and begging for food. I walked towards the door on the opposite side of the room, I opened the door slowly to peek inside. To my avail I saw a small tub with a seperate shower. There was a large mirror and a small sink with a makeup bag and a toothbrush. On the toilet there were clothes and a towel. I shivered at the thought of the clothes he had picked out for me.

I stepped inside the small room and shivered from the temperature drop. I turned to the shower and opened the door. There was a shampoo bottle and a bottle with body soap. I plucked off the sweaty clothing that I had been wearing for atleast a week straight. I set them down in a pile when I turned the shower on.

Steam quickly filled the room as I turned down the heat I locked the door before I stepped inside. The warm water beads bounced off my sweaty body. I washed the apple scented shampoo through my greasy hair twice to make sure my hair was finally clean. Watching the soap come out of the bottle was a slow process. It came out in a scentless glob and washed it over my body. I saw a razor out of the corner of my eye and picked it up. I shaved my legs and underarms and finally stepped out of the shower.

Looking the mirror I didn't see myself I saw a girl with a pale complection, gaunt eyes, and tangled hair. I quickly dried off my body and picked up the undergarments. Putting on the bra it creeped me out how he knew my bra size and underwear but I chose not to dwell on the fact. I picked up the clothing and looked down at the short dress made out of cloth. I shuddered at the length and slipped it on. The dress fell a few inches above my knees and I looked in the mirror again, my body didn't look any different.. You could still see my scars and the tattered skin it left behind.

I slowly combed out my tangled hair, the bathroom was silent and I didn't like it very much. Once I was done combing my hair I looked through the makeup up bag to find everything that I needed. Liquid and powder foundation, eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, pink blush, lipstick, and the brushes. It weirded me out how much he had prepared for me to be in this house.

How long did he plan this? When did he decide he wanted to take me? Who is this man anyways? Why did he target me? I was so confused as to why I was even here in the first place. As I applied the last bit if powder I finally looked like myself. I put on the pink blush to make it look as if I were alive and not slowly dying. The eye shadow was a plain brown and I had plain black eye-liner. I had no issue with this it was just the purpose of it.

I was done with my eye makeup and put on the mascara. My hands were shaking with the nerves I was feeling. I glanced at myself one last time before I headed out of the bathroom and grabbed the shoes he had laid out. Once I had slipped on the shoes a knock sounded at the door.

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OKAY, so I know it has been a long time and I apologize. I know I need to make my chapters longer and such and I will work on it.

thank you for reading :) xox

-t