Chapter 35

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His Obsession

Chapter 35

Evangeline

Taking a shower with one hand out of the water is hard but it's even harder when I have one hand to do everything. Both of them are not only aching but burning with pain.

The drugs that I've been given are slowly but surly wearing off and I'm beginning to feel every injury in my body. And not only that but every breath that I take always ends up bringing me waves of pain.

However, through the pain I do manage to take a successful shower and then wrap a towel around my body. I slowly open the door and peek out.

When I see no one I sigh in relief and exit the bathroom but I can't escape the thoughts of someone watching me. Perhaps it is just being in this place but I've always felt that way, ever since I got here.

A soft knock on the door is heard and I panic. Soon the door opens and a young girl steps in. She looks at me up and down and then smiles, yet I can see something else hidden in her smile, something wicked.

"My name is Courtney and I'm here to help you dress, as you know you are handicapped and are unable to do the things that we normal people do" She says.

Her voice holds venom as she insults me. I pretend that she did not just insult me and though I do feel the anger rise within me, I can't shake the fact that this must be some test that he has put on.

Handicapped? I think the only reason she came up with this is because the word 'hand' is in that word and I have broken bones in my hand.

"Yes, it would be pleasurable if you'd help me. I'm having a hard time doing things" I say with the most fake smile and voice that I could do.

"That is why I am here. Mr. Knight has ordered that I help you dress into the dress of his choice. Don't worry, you'll still have your... beauty..." She trails off and while she isn't looking I roll my eyes.

Even a blind person can see that she does like him and is jealous of me because she thinks that I am going to take him away from her.

Well, she can have him for all I care. "What dress has he chosen?" I ask her. She looks behind me and I turn around to see a dress.

You got to be fucking kidding me. "Well, let's get started" She says happily but I can tell it's a fake. I let out a mental groan.

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