There's people in my room
All women, one is steaming my dress , the other is doing my hair , some doing my makeup , and the rest are giving me a manicure
I sit still on my chair, thinking about my life, whether I'll be here forever, kept like a slave all my life, or I'll escape from him
Confusion fogging my brain whenever I think of him, what am I to him? And why is he burdening himself with me? Why doesn't he just get it over with?
I'm so lost in my thoughts, I don't realise how fast the time passed, neither do I hear the women leaving the room , but I was still seated , I didn't move an inch from my spot
"So , so perfect"
I hear a deep voice from the door , and knew why the Women left when I did
I snap out of my thought , as I look up , caught off guard
I see him, whose name is a mystery to me even after all this time , wearing a three piece, made of black velvet, giving depth to his demeanour , his curly but neat hair rest on his forehead, his eyes fixed on mine,
He steps closer , slowly , intimidatingly , dominantly,
His perfume was definitely expensive, it screamed of wealth and paramount
He stood behind me , the back of his fingers lightly stroking my cheek
My eye fluttering as I look down at my hands
My nails black, almond shaped, medium in length , and my wrists covered in expensive jewels and stones , there aren't many rings on my fingers , except one, my ring finger, wrapped in a big , rectangular piece of diamond , so shiny and blinding , but oh so beautiful I couldn't take my eyes off it
"If you behave tonight, I'll consider not covering your body with bruises"
He says, his hands in his pockets , as he gives me a glare before turning around and leaving
I hope he dies , or kills me, I'd rather be dead than be treated like a slave
I think to myself as I pick up my bag and a furry coat , looking at myself in the mirror
I look way too good for him
My hair is in a very pretty bun, my curtain bangs curled as they fall to frame my face perfectly, a beautiful big diamond necklace on my neck, and matching earrings, my dress perfectly gripping my body , and my shoes were black , with straps on them ,
My clutch was also covered in expensive jewelsI picked up my stuff and followed behind him , to his garage
Which i didn't know could fit about more than 20 cars , but his did , and 20 were the ones I saw on the ground floor, onlyWe got into a Matt Black car, and one of his guards opened the door for me , and I hoped the trip wouldn't be long Since I didn't really like sitting with my literal kidnapper
The rest of them were in the guard cars , which surrounded the one we were in , i didn't know what he did , but whatever he does makes him a bit too rich for a person who's name wasn't heard once by anyone
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