ch.6 The closet

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He walked me down the hall into a room which almost made me throw up, everything was pink of white and there was fluffy sparkly things everywhere. Frank walked to the closet, and pulled the doors open,  to reveal a walk in closet. When I walked in I almost cried, and laughed at the same time. There was girly stuff everywhere, dresses, skirts, short shorts, tank tops, crop tops, and even little school girl outfits. Frank left my side to look around the closet and he settled on a dress that looked like it belonged to a porcelain doll, then he grabbed some bear undies and a matching bra. I started to back away from frank as he walked to me, but he grabbed me by my arm, and pulled the towel away from me. He then pulled on my under wear like I was five, he stood up and put on my bra, closing it together. He smiled as my face turned beet red, he took the dress and slide it over my figure and went to the back and zipped it up. He stood in front of me again and inspected me a second before he snapped his fingers, he grabbed my wrist and lead me back into another bathroom that I was guessing was mine. He opened the cabinet underneath the sink and pulled out a container of hair ties and clips and head bands, he ruffled through it, and pulled out a hair tie and head band. He came to me and brushed my hair back and put it in a high pony tail and placed the head band on my head, he stood back and examined his work. I looked to the floor as I clasped my hands in front of me, why is this happening to me? Well I guess it could be worse, I could be dead, or it could have been some nasty old mad that wouldn't even consider taking care of me, but still when was I ever going to see Sarah and Rachel again, when will I see my family again, and oh god my poor cat Elvis. Frank came closer and pulled my chin up so that I was looking at him.

"What's the matter baby girl?" He said while stroking my cheek, it actually felt nice to have someone care for you so much but I  didn't know him and he kidnapped me.

"nothing." I lie while plastering on a false smile, frank looked at me for a minute before walking me back to my room.

"You can change, I only wanted to see if those clothes would fit you. I'll only let you wear the clothes you want whenever I feel like it, so don't think you'll dress in jeans and a tee shirt all the time." He paused as he walked to the door "oh and dinner is going to be ready when you come down so hurry up." And with that frank left with a smile and closed the door. I walked back to the closet and rummaged through the clothes, I found a drawer full of black and blue skinny jeans. I grabbed a pair of the blue skinny jeans that had some tears in them and continued to look for the shirts. I found some band tees and grabbed a kiss shirt and slid it on, it was a little too big, I'm assuming that frank put a couple of his shirts in here and also some of his boxers which I found in a drawer full of underwear, and bras. Strange I think to myself as I leave the painfully girly room.

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