Sold to the mafia boss

I remained inside the bathtub, naked, my body numb and my eyes fixed straight up as she scrubbed my body. For the first time in my entire life, I actually appreciated this hot water. It was a form of comfort for me and I didn’t want it to end.

After scrubbing every inch of my body and watering me clean, she walks back out and comes back in with another cup and a pill.

” You have to take this to get rid of the Anaesthetic ” she said, putting the pills in my tongue and putting the glass of water against my lips and sliding her other hand behind my head and tilting it a bit so I could swallow it. And I did, gulping in down with urgency. Yes, I needed my strength if I was going to fight him and escape this madness.

Soon after, she helps me out of the water and handed me a towel which I covered myself with. She walks me out and into a walk-in closet. The room is wide, almost looking wider than the main bedroom itself. But it was completely empty save for a few empty clothe racks, a large wardrobe, a tall window that overlooked the dark night, and a dresser compartment.

She puts a white robe over me from the back and I put in my hands and walked over to the table and sat down, pulling the robe over my body. I suddenly felt cold.

” I’ll turn the heater on ” she said, walking to the side of the room before a rush of warmth filled the room and I relaxed a little. She walks back out and started drying my hair with a hand dryer. I faced the mirror, watching my reflection. I felt thin and pale like someone who’s lost four pintes of blood overnight.

I watched the face of the woman through the mirror as she focused on my hair, combing and drying it expertly. She was probably just his worker, maybe his cleaner or maid or everything.

She takes a short while to dry and treat my hair. She sprayed it with some hair spray, giving off a sweet scent before piling my hair up and picking up some needle to hold them up, leaving a few strands falling down my face in coils. She leaves after a while and disappeared from my sight.

She appears shortly with a turquoise corset gown. She points it to me and turns around for me to wear it. I take it from her and pulled away my robe to wear it. I didn’t wanna comply to any of this but after meeting that man earlier, I knew none of this was something I could wiggle my way out off anytime soon.

” I’m done ” I said after fitting it on my body perfectly, like it was tailored for me. I turned my back to her and she zipped it up for a finish.

Sitting back down, she brings up a kit full of make up and organizes them.

” Where am I going? ” I asked as she searched for something in the kit.

Throwing me a small smile, she replied ” you’re having dinner with the boss ” she replied.

My heart skipped a beat. Then it picked up race. I watched her rummage through the make up suppliment, before picking up an eyeliner.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

” I don’t wanna eat with him ” I told her, my lips trembling in fear.

” Don’t worry, Mr Logan is nice ” she said but I saw all the lies in that.

” You’re lying ” I told her ” please I need to get out of here, help me ”

” You cannot get out, child, look around you. You’ll only get hurt, so don’t do anything stupid ” that said and yanks my head down and began to apply the black under my eyes. I was losing it, I didn’t wanna be around him for another second.

She picks up the powder next, just in time for me to look through the make up kit for anything sharp. My heart sunk at the realization of why I was looking for something sharp. What could I possibly use it for? Hurt this woman because I wanted to escape? Even if I’m able to do that which I’m not, I still couldn’t get past the door. It was simply hopeless.

I didn’t know who this woman was but I knew she was completely loyal to him. I wondered if she couldn’t see that he’d kidnapped me. Did he brainwash her perhaps? Or did he pay her a huge amount of money to keep shut about stuffs like this? Did he kidnap girls more often that this feels so normal to her?

As I sat there getting fixed, I wondered if Emma was trying to find me. If he’d been at my house earlier because he needed to see me and talk about what he’d wanted to say to me last night. I’d waved him off because I didn’t wanna see him. What did he wanna tell me? Was he looking for me? Did he leave me tons of messages asking where I was?

” Where’s my phone? ” I asked her, holding still as she started applying lipstick to my mouth.

” I don’t have it ” she replied flatly and continued what she was doing.

I held still, tears welling up in my eyes.

Did Emma want us back together? Even if so, would I have agreed? I gulped painfully hard, trying to imagine the disappointment in his face when he didn’t see me. What did my parents tell him when he came asking?

Suddenly, I was filled with a new fear about what they could’ve told Maddy and Emma about my disappearance. Since they had sold me off, they must’ve found something better to say to cover it up.

What if they weren’t looking for me?