5: Hypocrite

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The next 3 or so days dragged on. I was left alone and locked in my chambers. Only Corina came by twice a day to bring me a meal along with additional snacks. The food here was good. Weirdly enough, dinner was always something I would definitely eat. Snacks write all my favorites, hot cheetos or funnyons, or even a few packs of the vanilla waffers. It was creepily accurste.I managed to find the remote and watch the TV. I soon found that boring within a few hours.

He never came back to check on me or explain this arrangement. I found myself annoyed and angry at him. For a man who accepted this marriage, he sure didn't act like it. I really just wanted out. Maybe I could work for him for the rest of my life. Then I could get out of this place. Corina never stayed long enough to have a conversation. Only a good morning or a good afternoon.

He was punishing me for talking to him like I did. That was my best guess. As if spanking me like a child was more than enough. He didn't even look all that much older than me. His ego was clearly butched by the first woman to tell him no besides his damn mama.

He doesn't bother to check if I've lost my mind, which I might have. I'm bored and feeling so trapped. I had explored through his stuff, but there wasn't much. A few accessories. A bunch of women's clothes in my size or close to it. A whole cabinet full of shoes for men and women. In the bathroom were razors and lots of cologne. Lotions, moisturizer, and makeup. Surprisingly enough, my favorite hair products were laced around the vanity.  New ones that made me weary as well.

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