Why, oh why do they have to drug me every time? Can't they just put a bag over my head, is that so hard? I groan as I move my limbs. The pop and cracks make me sigh. Tilting my head up, I gaze at my blurry surroundings. I am still in a car but a different one. The seats are white, not black like the car I was thrown into. Looking out the windows I take in the rolling landscape whizzing by, the landscape to is different.
"Aaa and she wakes, don't worry miss we are almost at the house sit back and relax the ride is almost over." Turning to the driver's seat a smirking man winks at me through the review mirror. A plastic pane blocks me from getting to the front but still allows me to see out the front window.
Taking his advice I relax into the seat. No seat belt secures me nor do I feel like putting one on now. My eyes scan the land as it passes at lightning speed. Each tree is a blur of orange, yellow, and red the colours washing away in a sea of brown like an abstract painting.
No signs of life, just trees and hills. The middle of nowhere. But the roads are paved so we must be close-ish to civilization. Sighing I pull my legs up to my chest. Pointless thoughts, there is nothing I can do right now, I am hungry, tired, and weak. I also have no clue where I am, the car is moving at 100 km/H or more and the locks on the doors are hidden so I can't even open the doors myself if I wanted to.
All I can do is sit here and hope when I get to where ever I am going I can escape then. Resting my head against the tinted window I close my eyes. 1...2...3...4...5...6...
"Miss...miss...miss."
I shoot awake once again "Yes," I say.
"We are here," the driver says exiting the car.
He walks around to my door opening it with a smile "Welcome miss."
Taking his offered hand I gaze at the green grass and golden trees decorating the sides of the white house, a house doesn't feel right, more like a mansion. The driver guides me away from the door so he can close it. Hissing I lift my foot.
"Sorry, miss please walk carefully to the front door," nodding to the driver he smiles walking back to the driver's side.
White dust flies into the crisp fall air as he drives away down the long winding driveway of white gravel. Looking back at the mansion, I slowly walk to the front door tiptoeing over the sharp rocks with my bare feet. Most of the driveway is covered in white gravel similar to the white of the mansion in front of me. Sighing as I reach the paved slate in front of the garage and front door I briskly walk up the path to the porch or whatever the fancy term is. Shaking myself off I grasp the golden knocker in my hands and bang it against the door.
10 seconds pass then 20 finally after 30 seconds the door opens and a man in a plain black suit with a black bow tie opens the door. He glances at my torn and dirty clothes before moving aside. Walking past him my mouth drops at the sight in front of me. Gold and white, everywhere.
A 4-foot-tall chandelier hangs in the middle of the giant entryway all gold and glowing from the sun coming in through a round window beside it, a round table sits underneath it with pale pink flowers. The floors are light brown marble so pale they look like cream. The walls are white with intricate carvings and details making them go from boring to eye-catching. The gold detailing is everywhere on the walls the floor, railings, and light fixtures, everywhere seems like it is glowing. Two curved staircases frame the image of the perfect entryway from a fairy tale.
"This way miss," the man says walking towards the stairs on the right.
Nodding my head I follow up the stairs hand floating above the railing afraid that if I touch it the gold will be permanently tainted.
YOU ARE READING
Trapped in The House of Gold
RomansaDrugged...Caged...Sold...Tortured...Weaponized. Jade had never imagined that it would happen to her at any point in her life. Being sold into a sex house like a piece of meat and turned into a weapon for pleasure was never on her bucket list, but t...
