Sex, Lies, and the Drug Game

chapter 36

Dalia's POV

I had spent the whole Thursday cooped up in the horrible room. They didn't serve me a gourmet breakfast like they usually did nor did they for my lunch. I had dry toast and water from my bathroom sink for breakfast and pea soup for lunch; I didn't eat lunch.

I didn't mind that change up in the food that much; I guess this was apart of my punishment for my behavior yesterday. I'd rather have this instead of no food at all like a did in the little shack I stayed in prior to this bedroom. I just wished I had someone to talk to. I was going insane sitting here looking at the walls. They had taken the tv and the radio and left me with just the walls to stare at. I found myself rambling on to myself about life problems and things I wish I could have done.

I was talking as if I was on death row... Might as well should be; the dinner that Edge established for me to attend yesterday while he was cutting off all circulation to my brain was in an hour. It gave me something to do, but I wasn't really in the dressing up mood; especially getting ready and trying to look good for my kidnappers.

Never the less I had taken a shower and put on foundation, blush, eye liner, mascara, and smokey eye shadow. I had caught myself pretending that Sandy was here and that she and I were doing make up together. My fantasies involving my friends and family here with me in my solitude have been growing more frequent and I find myself talking to no one and laughing at jokes told by imaginary beings.

I got dressed in a light yellow summer dress and sandles. The closet provided for me had many accessories along with the clothes given to me and I had put on a few gold bangles and called it a day. So now here I am laying on the bed looking at the walls pondering about nothing once again.

I hated wearing the clothes, makeup, and basically everything they provided for me but I had no other choice. As I waited for someone to fetch me from my chamber my mind began to grow curious of the door that was locked right behind the door I was staring at.

It seemed like Edge wanted me to find out, he was somehow testing me. My imagination ran wild with the thoughts of what could be behind that door; and my imagination has been getting alot of practice because of my temporay conditions.

I sat up on my bed and stared straight at the door squinting just little at it.

"What are you hiding?" I asked myself.

I stood up and ventured to the door that led to another door. I reached for the knob but was interrupted by the sudden entrence of my room.

"Edge and his wife will see you now and I'm going to take you there." A short and stocky man with cherry blonde hair and almost pitch black eyes said. "Oh, and by the way, don't try any of that funny shit on me that you pulled on Paula yesterday. Because unlike her I can take a little pain and I don't think that the pain you dish out and I dish out are on the same level."

I rolled my eyes at him; he just wasn't that intimidating, but I followed him out of the room and to where ever Edge and his wife were... What was her name again? Fiona.. Yeah, that bitch.

I followed the short man around corners and downstairs and we stopped at a regular wooden door.

"Enter and don't be fooled by their happy faces, they don't like you."

"Enter and dont be fooled- they don't like you" I molked the man under my breathe in a little kids voice while entering the door.

Edge and Fiona sat across from eachother at a table that looked to have seated up to eight. Each at the head of the table, they didn't say a word nor did they look up as I entered; they were fixated on one another and there I stood... awkwardly unknowing of what to do next.