Her Unknowing Words

Room

I continue to stare into a reflection that wasn't mine and noticed nothing. I only focused on the sound of Liena's steps.

The doors creak is nearly intimidating, but i continue to stare into the tub hoping she didnt see the nervousness crawling down my spine.

I jump when she begins to speak. "I guess im bathing you then."

I feel her eyes creep over my body as she steps closer toward me. "Your pretty clean, he must use new methods."

Clean.
Clean is what she consideres this?
Thats almost laughable compared to her lovely skin. Id much rather use her methods.

I step into the hot steaming water and watch as the crust on my skin slowly spreads. It discolors into a watery brown, my legs nearly hidden from the surface view.
She scrubs me gently, her long silver earrings dangling and reflecting light.

Eventually, she deamns me of cleansed and gives me a towel to dry.
I do my best to rub over my body and dry well, looking into the mirror at my new clean self.
My hair curly and wild, my brown skin bright and clear.
As i stare into myself Liena makes her way out of the bathroom door.

I find my hands wondering over my body. Trying to feel the changes in other areas than just my face. The flare of my hips seem to sprout out and ive conceived hair under my arms and private area.

Ive changed very much. Have i never examined myself since i came here? Well, i havent ever been this clean before now that i think of it.
Daddy only came in once in maybe a month and sprayed us down with a water hose.

I honestly could have washed myself and asked many times to do so, but my cries were irrelevant to daddy.
As i said, he was a narcissistic psycho, so he most likely enjoyed my reactions from the tingling pain that darted into my skin as he washed me.

The thoughts of his cold hard glance stared as Leina returned. She held a beautiful blue folded fabric in her hands. Her heels clicked against the hard tile floor as she made her way to me. She held up the fabric to present a long fancy dress.
It was clean, without a single spot, but not nearly as intriguing as hers.

It looked quiet revealing in my eyes. But definetly better than a dirty torn t-shirt. I hesitantly take the beautiful dress from her hands and place the fabric along my frame. Watching it lay out against my newly formed curves i felt some sort of pride.

Liena examined me closely as i dressed myself, seeming to indulge in every inch of me.
It was quite bothering, but nothing i wasnt used to.
Being exploited as much as i was from a young age to now, you learn how to handle things of this sort.

She once again turns away from me towards the door.
Turning the knob, she freezes mid way. I await her exit until she looks to me inquisitively.
Her persuasively alluring accent speaks in a calm manner, "are you coming?"

She was speaking to me, right?
I search the room expecting a pet or child, before nodding in response, filled with utter stupidity.
I quickly gather my attention and walk to her hurriedly.
She exits the restroom and enters the the room we stood in before.

Now i can really see where i stand. This must be a living room. The tiled marble floor different from the bathroom. To my right would be where daddy stands, except he is no longer present.

Also to my right is a translucent glass table surrounded by some sort of leather black bendable couch. On the table a cup of coffee and a beautiful golden laced black vase with a single pink orchid inside, staring at me from its standing position.

To my left was an entry to a small area, a white counter closing it in.
The counter infused with what seemed to be a small tub split in two, only large enough to hold a small animal such as a kitten.

But instead, what lay in one of the split sides were eating utensils.
I looked across the counter into this small area, also intrigued by a large black box that loomed over the average height person.

A sudden thought found me.
Ice box.
My brain surprisingly sends another slide show from my past.
My brother taking a small cup. A blue label plastered, barely noticeable through his large fingers.

"Thats mine!"
My infant voice ringing through the house, displaying my furious intention. I remember, we had an ice box. Just through the corner of my vision i noticed its white looming stance.

"Please come quickly, i dont feel like being punished by Father"
Liena suddenly grabbed my hand and forced me forward. Seconds around a corner i feel a sudden stop,release, and balance as i scan a small.........."your bedroom sweetie."
I turn to Liena and tilt my head in confusion, i may be slow but not anywhere near severely mentally challenged.

This isn't my room and if it is, it will only be for the night. This is probably just another test from daddy as usual.