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Valentinia:

Past (3 years ago).

It has now been two weeks since I had supposed to 'find a way' to go out to the club with Andrea. Let's just say that it didn't go as I had originally planned. Mr Morelli has locked me in this room for the past two weeks, without my consent that is. I can't believe that he did that. However, he did send the maids to feed me and provide me with my needed necessities.

On the plus side, I haven't seen him in two weeks, so that's a good thing.

I wonder where he has been? That must have been what he meant when he told me that I 'needed' the energy. He had planned this all along for my 'punishment'.

Ha, well he's failed to 'teach' me anything because as of right now Andrea is on her way over with essentials for us to go out tonight. Yes, that's right I am going out with Andrea tonight. And no, Mr. Morelli is not aware that I am going out. And he won't be discovering that I am.

That will teach him for locking me up like I was a prisoner for fourteen fucking days. I thought, smugly.

I was currently seated on the sofa in the living room. Edna had released me from that room and had told me that Mr Morelli is away on business but will be back at sunrise. So, that means that I can go out without him preventing me from doing so.

"Hello? Valentinia? Are you here? Where are you?" I heard a person sounding familiar to Andrea call out my name.

"I'm in the lounge area." I replied.

Andrea appeared in front of me with an excessive number of bags dangling from off of her arms. She also looked like she was going to pass out at any second, with her accelerated breathing.

Standing up I offer,

"Here let me help you."

"Oh, that would be amazing. People don't realise how much these God damn bags weigh. They just stand there and watch you struggle. Ignorant bastards." She ranted.

"Why do you have all of these bags? We only need one outfit, not the whole store." I questioned, confused.

"Darling, we have to choose which dress complements our figures the most and makes us look sexy as fuck. Also, there are shoes, jewellery and underwear in these bags as well. Not just clothes, I had to be fully prepared. For all, I know you didn't have anything." She rambled.

"Okay. Okay." I said, trying to calm her down.

"Valentinia, I don't think you realise how serious this is. I haven't had a good night out with a girl in a long time. We have to look our best, otherwise we are going to miss out on all the sexy as fuck guys." She said, frustrated with my lack of interest.

"I don't care how I look, I don't want any guys. I just want to get out of this prison of a mansion and have a good time. I don't need 'guys' or to look 'sexy' to do that." I defended.

"Valentin's going to kill me and you for this. He better not find out, otherwise, we are both as good as dead." She changed the topic.

"Yeah, well he won't if you don't tell him. He's not supposed to arrive back until sunrise. So, as long as we are back well before then, then we will be in the clear. Okay?" I suggested.

"Yeah, okay." She replied, calming down.

Continuing she says,

"Come on we have got to get ready, otherwise we will be late."

She drags me upstairs, all while juggling the bags on her arms.

***

"How much more longer is this going to take?" I wined, bored.