Mine (Jenlisa)

thirteen.

Jennie's POV~

Will she do it? Is she going to kill me? Dizziness overtook me as I stand up from the bath, the heat turning my head fuzzy. Her hand clamped over my wrist and I followed limply as she led me back into the bedroom. My eyes lingered on my bra lying on the bathroom floor. If only I used the razor when I had the chance. I will not make that mistake again, I decided. I only hope I have the chance.

Leaving me next to the bed, she opened her closet, and pulled out armful of clothes. There must have been a half dozen different dresses and an equal amount of silk lingerie.

"Here," she said, "Try something on."

"Did you get these for me?" My fingers stroked the fabric of the top dress, a satin gown that looked more expensive then my last car. I looked at the tags of couple of dresses and there is some Chanel and Gucci. Well fuck, these are definitely way more expensive. The dresses looked to be my size. Had she brought them specially for me? There is no way they could be hers,but she looked up at me with a bright look in her eyes. Hopeful. It made me feel ill.

"I want you to wear something nice tonight," she smiled, "Something pretty, like you."

"I am not pretty," I mumbled.

"You are pretty, in fact you are beautiful," she said dispassionately, as though correcting me on a fact.

"Which one do you want me to wear?" I asked.

"I don't know what color you would like best," she scratched the back of her neck, "So I got a few."

She certainly had. The second dress a black that felt silkier than the first. And there is a whole pile of them here.

"I... I don't know," she had me completely confused. Threatening to kill me in one breath,then offering me these presents in the next? Is she dressing me up so that she could cut me to pieces? It makes no sense. But them again, neither did anything else she had done with me.

"This one," she said, pulling out a short strapless black dress. The fabric was gauzy, slipping through my fingers as she laid it in my arms along with a hanger of red silk lingerie, "And these."

"I- uh thank you," I stammered.

"Go try them on."

I stepped back into the bathroom and closed the door behind me, locking it. I exhaled.

Now. It is my chance. I grabbed up my old underwear and bra; pulled the razor out from its hiding place. I set it on the counter. I will have to kill her now. I couldn't have planned it better. She would be distracted.

I tugged on the lingerie. The bra is a smaller band than I normally wear, but the cup size was half a size larger. Surprisingly, it fit better than my normal bra. With shaky fingers I tucked the razor inside the lingerie. I didn't bother slitting the fabric to hide it inside. If I am going to do this, I needed easy access to my weapon.

My weapon. Jesus. I am actually going to do this. Sliding the black dress over my shoulders, I smoothed down the fabric. My cleavage peeked out from under the fitted bodice, the curves casting soft shadows on my skin. My hair, half dry, curled over the back of my shoulders. If it hadn't been for the white bandages covering my arms and hand, I will have looked like I was going to an executive cocktail party. I opened the door and found Lisa sitting on the bed in a clean white v-neck shirt and pants. She looked up at me with such awe that I began to tremble. Her eyes swept down over me and I swear that she could see my soul. I worried that the razor is obvious, that the outline would show through the fabric. No, of course it couldn't.

The way she looked at me though... It was as though she is more open than ever. And what is hidden behind the mask scared me even more; she desired me.