Don't Go (Jenlisa Adaptation)

8. No choice

This story is adapted from the original story 'Don't Go' by emjaywrites. This is just an adaptation! All rights belong to the original owner.

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Jennie

She calmly takes her seat. We sit there, silently watching one another in the aftermath of her... demonstration.

"Can I ask a question?"

"You can. No guarantee I answer."

"Why did you want me?"

She blinks, clenching her jaw. Soon I realize, she won't give me an answer to that.

"Are you... are you like Christian Grey?"

Her lips quirk. "Christian Grey? He is what you think of when you think BDSM, yes?"

I nod.

"He is a joke. Soft. Weak. Fictional. I am very real. Tell me, what your Christian Grey does."

"He... likes to fuck. Hard. He has a room where he keeps whips and things. He has toys?"

"Toys?" She scoffs. "Sex is not a game, Kiska. It is power. Religion. Love. Hate. Torture. Heaven. Hell. It can be many things- But never a game."

She's so adamant. So expressive. More so than I've seen her since the night I met her.

"Then... you want to torture me?"

She licked her lip, thinking. "What do you think?"

"I..." I look down. I think she wants to torture me. I think she wants to hurt me.

"Do you believe in God, Jennie."

My breath catches at my name on her lips. I nod.

"I will make you see him. But I will also drag you down to hell. You see, I am a powerful woman. I think everything through. And you? I thought no less about you then I did when I built thirteen steps in front of my house."

I didn't even count the steps. "Then... you must know what you want from me. Can't you just... tell me?"

She leans in, pinching my chin. Her breath mingles with mine, as her lips quirk upwards.

"Everything. Everything, Jennie. Everything and nothing at all.

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She sent me on my way. The room I'm staying in is equipped with a walk-in closet the size of a normal bedroom. It's filled to the brim with clothes for every style and every season, all in my size.

There are bras and panties- but my maid told me they're locked away unless Lisa wants me to wear them.

Then there are shoes. Every type of shoe, in every color, lined up on pedestals. There's a mirror, an automatic light, and a chair that resembled a throne.

I decide to make it my special place. It's so warm and cozy. It's the only thing that's not larger than life here.

I'm told there's jewelry, but that she prefers if I don't wear it.

I sit in my chair and just listen to the silence in content. I'm an insomniac. Without my pills, I can't sleep. I suspect she knows that.

Ever efficient, when I stop moving, the light goes out. I stare into the darkness in pure content.

I'm used to staring in the darkness.

It's normal.

There's a knock at my closet door.

"Come in," I call.

The maid, Sasha hustles inside, with a tray in her hands. A tall glass of water, a small pill sits on the table, under a napkin.

"I knew she knew," I smile.

I'm not happy. Not relived. I'm scared. This woman... sir. She seems to be a God among men.

But that can't be. Because it's is her a God-  then God is dead.

And I refuse to believe that. She must have a weakness. She must have a flaw. She must make mistakes.

She must.

"Sir knows all," Sasha touts indignantly.

"Not all. She can't know all."

She doesn't argue with me, but it's evident she disagrees.

"Please take your pill, Miss."

I do. Do I have a choice?

I take the water from the tray, then the small white pill that sends me into the land of dreams.

I swallow it, chasing it down with water. The maid sets down the tray, helping me to bed as it starts to take effect. Somehow, between then and now, my eyes closed and I slept.

But I'm awake now. I'm awake, and she's sitting in my room watching me.

She says nothing to me, merely getting up and walking out at the sight of my open eyes.

Sasha comes in and tells me to wash and get ready.

"What's going on?"

She grins. "It's a very important day Miss."