The Blood Whore

First Taste

Chapter Eight;;
First Taste;;

Cooper looked around the room and decided she would at least look at the clothes in the wardrobe. The doors were heavy solid wood, and she flicked through an array of clothes in just about every style. There were ball gowns, and sweats. A range from bell bottoms to mini shorts. Anything you wanted could’ve been found in this wardrobe.

Cooper looked to the bottom of the wardrobe and saw four boxes. They were the shape of shoe boxes. She pulled one out and took off the lid to see what was inside. Praise the Lord! There’s underwear in here! It was all fancy underwear that Cooper wasn’t used to wearing, but it was deliciously clean.

She pulled out another box and inside were matching bras. Double checking she was alone in the room she quickly peeled off her pants and dirty panties and slid on a pair of leopard print boy shorts, the only ones of the style that weren’t entirely made of lace. Deciding since there was a match in the other box she grabbed the leopard print bra too. She changed quickly into the undergarments. Worried someone would be coming soon she slipped into the first dress she saw.

After slipping it on and looking herself over she decided the black dress was cute. She liked the white polka dots. Did they have shoes to match? She sat on the ground again and pulled out the other two shoe boxes. One was filled with socks, and the other with panty hose and leggings.

Cooper slid on a pair of nude stockings before pausing to wonder why they’d provided her with such a fine array of clothes. Could Aiden actually be trying to make me happy here? She wondered folding her discarded clothes. She quickly disgarded the thought.  They've probably got something worse planned for me.

She spun in the dress and admired how it hung. It really was nice, she just wished she had shoes to go with it. Feeling weird without wearing her running shoes she began to walk around the hard wood floor taking in the appealing nature of her prison cell. There was a tapestry hanging on the wall above the desk that matched the bedding, she noticed. She waltzed over there first so she could rip up Aiden’s note. She didn’t need his pity.

Then she strolled around the perimeters and paused at the bookshelf. It was taller than she was and she couldn’t help but be delighted by this. Since her family had died and she didn’t really have anyone to spend time with, she’d found books a suitable companion. They would never betray you. She was impressed by some of the texts that were there, and she was fairly certain some of them were original first edition prints of classics.

After a long while she was done perusing the bookshelf, she decided to fold her own clothes so they weren’t a heap on the floor. She was just setting them on the bed, planning to go put away the shoe boxes, when she heard a high pitched squeal.

She wasn’t sure if she was really allowed to leave the room, but it had been unlocked earlier. Maybe it was still unlocked. Deciding to be rebellious she tested the door and was rewarded by the large thing opening wide. She stepped outside the door and stopped, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. No one came at her screaming for leaving the room. She took that as a sign she was allowed out, but she knew she probably shouldn’t. Something deep in her told her that she should go back into the room, not following rules was what had gotten her into this predicament in the first place.

Then there was another squeal, only this time it sounded more like a shriek. All thoughts of obedience were pushed out of her head as she hurried down the hall in curiosity. When she reached the door that held the squealing person she wasn’t surprised to see she was standing in front of an oak door that was twice her size. She grabbed the door handle and pushed hard against the door.