My Forgotten Mate

Married to my kidnapper

Chapter 6: Married to my kidnapper

I’m doom. The thought I had before about “not worrying” and finding an escape route had all dissipate. I body was sore from standing all day but no matter now much I concentrated, my body still could not move. I was frustrated and mentally drain to even snap at the older ladies to stop touching me as they measured me. I was forced against my will to be a doll, standing in the middle of a sewing room in my underwear, listening to the older women nit and pick at my body’s imperfections.

“Her waist is a little too big for the corset but I don’t think we have to fix it, her height though?” My eyes’ twitch, I was sensitive about my height. Yet, no one paid me any attention.

“Shorting all those bead fringes is going to be a mess.” One of the older lady complain as she measure from my waist down to my legs.

“At least her bust and butt proportion was spot on, I can’t imagine having to fix those too on top of shorting the beads.” One old woman shouted from behind as screen, I could not see her. I rolled my eyes.

“James, being rash as always. If he was thinking of bringing her back, he should have at least gave us a two week notice with her body measurement.” One of the lady said as she help up these huge vintage earrings up against my face.

“Well, I don’t think this lady here is willingly. Well are you?” The shorter and stubbier ask me as she walked towards me holding a different pair of earrings in comparison to the other ones.  

“I will not be linking with anyone tonight.” I stated my decision and all three women chuckle. The throbbing vein on my forehead snap. “This whole pack has gone crazy, aiding a kidnapper!”

The laugh didn’t stop, rather it increase. The stubby one that had asked me the question, brought over a thick piece of black lace fabric and pulled it over my head. I did not complain nor ask the reason for the lace, it wasn’t like they would tell me anyway. There was knock on the door. I would have not let stranger come into the room while I was in my underwear but the old women saw no problem as they concentrated on whatever they were doing.

“Come in.” At the words, the door open and four women, three around my age and one older, maybe her forties walked in the room. Although she was older, she was very pretty, maybe more, in comparison to the younger women that came in with her. Her face look familiar.

“How is dress coming along?” The older of the group ask the old lady that pull back the lace from my head.

“Could have been worst, but your son is very unreasonable, asking us to alter the heirloom gown in one day.” The pretty lady laugh and I felt disgusted, everyone was laughing easily as if nothing was out of the ordinary. She turn to look at me, look up and down and smile.

“Eon Harpoon the person we have all been waiting for.” She said it as if I would make me any happier being here. I did not return the smile nor the kind words.

“I don’t remember doing anything great for anyone to be waiting forme.” I bluntly inform her, the frustration present in my tone. She must have notice because the smile disappear then she lower her head for a moment before looking back up.

“I am so sorry for how everything is proceeding. Please believe me, I do not like it too but because of the nature of things, we have to force you. Please understand.” I shot the woman a death glare, I wasn’t known for being nice when scorn and I wasn’t about to start now.

“Understand? What if it was you in my position, I would love to see someone tell you to try and understand. Mark my words, the moment I an free from this freak show, the first thing I’m going to do is kill your son.” My eyes flash, promising her that my words were not empty. Then she gave me that look! The look of pity as she came near me and took my hand into hers.