Captured by his allure (on going)

chapter three

Some of the characters will be speaking italian but the meaning of what they say will be written in brackets. Enjoy:)

I was seated in a black lux with the tinted windows up and ac running, giving a cool blow to my face. I stared at Nathalie wondering how at such an old age she was able to drive so smoothly. She had been quiet the whole ride which had taken about an hour so far. Did she talk or maybe she had a sore throat.

"If you got something on your mind,just ask."

Oh so she talks.

She must have noticed me staring at her intently.

"Where are you taking me?" This was the one and only question that had been burning  in me ever since she instructed me to have a shower and practically forced me to where a ball dress of the sort. I mean, it was gorgeous but just not my style.

"That's not in my position to say." Well, isn't she a loyal one, note the sarcasm.

"What if I'll end up somewhere discreet and they murder me, roll my corpse in cement and throw it in the fucking pacific ocean? You know, you'll live knowing that my precious life was in your hands but you just threw it away."

"You sure do have a wild imagination." She chuckled and the wrinkles at the side of her lips became more distinct.

"Listen,the only thing I can tell you that will be of help is don't look submissive or intimidated,just blend in with the people freely." She said in a serious tone but for once in a lifetime,she broke into a reassuring smile, though it was fake, at least it was there.

The rest of the drive was quiet with me looking out the window and biting my lower lip in nervousness as Nathalie drove faster than before. It was at night but I didn't know the actual time.

We took a turn to a rather lonely road and the car finally came to a halt. During the whole ride,I had tried taking note of our location but I didn't really recognize the surrounding which meant we were either in a different city or worse, country.

I noticed we had stopped in front of a huge mansion. It looked old and worn out and from a distance it would be considered an abandoned ware house. We sat in the in silence until I saw someone walk out of the house. Her neon pink shoes made a lot of noise as she walked down the staircase heading to the car.

The blonde bitch or rather, blondie!

She had on a short tight neon dress to match her shoes. Just tell her to tie your shoes and I swear the dress will rip into two. Her oddly large boobs were almost out of the dress. Nathalie unlocked the car and told me to get out. I followed her orders and stood out of the car glaring at blondie as she gave me an evil smirk.

"Does that dress come in an adult size." I quivered, holding down a laugh.

"Teach yourself to shut up and you might stay alive longer. Follow me." She said harshly causing me to roll my eyes in annoyance but still followed her up the small staircase.

"Seriously, you look like a fucking reflecter in that outfit." I muttered loud enough to make sure she had me.

She turned to me,ready to rip my throat out but was interrupted by the opening of the door.