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Chapter 2- The Darkness


Darkness.

I was trapped in a closet completely naked and unable to move due to ropes keeping me in place. Ms. Lopez was in the kitchen singing a song and making breakfast. She said she had something nice for me. I didn't believe her. I had been in the closet all night, she hadn't even let me go to the bathroom. The closet was only temporary, until she and Johnson checked out of the hotel and dragged me with them. She said she had a nice little prison for me. I think I preferred the closet.

Throughout the night I wondered if anyone had noticed I was missing. Probably not, it's not like anyone cared about me. Well, Mr. Banks cared about me. I knew he would be concerned about my whereabouts. But a part of me didn't want the man to go looking. I wanted him to stay away from me, god only knows what Ms. Lopez would do to him.

My eyes started to droop, I hadn't slept all night and I was exhausted. It was impossible to sleep. My life was over and Ms. Lopez was going to torture me. How could I possibly rest?

Brightness.

I closed my eyes when the closet door swung open. It was too bright. I eventually forced my eyes open, only to find Ms. Lopez looking down at me. Her face was as hard as ever. I can't understand how I even liked the woman. Her voice gave me butterflies when I first met her. After what had happened the day before, I didn't know how to feel about Ms. Lopez. Did I hate her? She was my kidnapper after all.

"Breakfast is ready," she said, holding a spatula in her hand.

Did Ms. Lopez expect me to stand up? She was looking at me in a way that said, 'why aren't you moving?' Could she not see the ropes? Could she not see the black tape covering my mouth. I couldn't move.

"Johnson!" Ms. Lopez shouted.

Johnson approached Ms. Lopez a few seconds later. "Yes?" He mumbled.

Ms. Lopez was still looking at me. "Untie her," she said in a harsh voice. I sighed in relief, glad to be able to move again. "Get her out of the closet, lead her to the table, and watch her eat. I don't want her trying to escape."

"What if she tries to scream for help?" Johnson asked.

"If she screams, slit her throat," Ms. Lopez said, making me gasp. I couldn't understand how bluntly she said things. How did it not bother her? One thing was for sure, I wasn't going to scream.

Johnson threw me out of the closet. After grabbing a knife and untying me, he dragged my naked body to the table. I felt ashamed to be naked, but Ms. Lopez and Johnson didn't seem bothered. "Use your hands," Johnson ordered.

I looked down at the plate filled with beans. Not wanting to upset anyone, I started to eat. The beans were cold. Very cold. I could smell bacon and eggs, but I soon realized that they weren't being made for me. I was stuck with horrible beans. At least I was being fed, I suppose.

Halfway through breakfast I looked up to find Ms. Lopez sitting opposite me. My eyes glanced down at the food in front of her. I licked my lips at the sight. Ms. Lopez seemed to notice so she frowned and began to eat her food. She never stopped staring at me, and I couldn't understand why. Was I fascinating to look at or something? It made me uncomfortable.

"What's your last name?" Ms. Lopez asked.

"Pierce," I mumbled.

"Do you have any family?" She asked.

Her question was something I didn't want to answer. It was rare that I ever saw my family, only once or twice a year if that. I wasn't close with them at all. The question made me wonder however, why does Ms. Lopez want to know? Although I didn't speak to my family, I would never wish them any harm. Ms. Lopez was nothing but crazy, I didn't want her knowing about my family. If anything happened to them, I would never have forgiven myself.

"No," I lied, my face suddenly turning red.

"Why not?" She asked.

I gulped nervously, was I going to tell another lie?

"The hotel is my home, I don't have anything else," I answered. That wasn't a lie. The hotel was my home.

Ms. Lopez laughed. "So I'm in your home?" She asked, eyebrows raised.

"Not really," I mumbled, eating a few more cold beans. "This suite doesn't belong to me," I added.

I also had the urge to say, 'I don't belong to you so let me go,' but I refrained. The last thing I wanted to do was upset Ms. Lopez and Johnson. I had already been warned. Instead I kept my mouth shut, only speaking when asked a question.

"I have a family," Ms. Lopez said.

Good to know, I thought to myself.

"I have a family too," Johnson grinned.

"Shut it!" Ms. Lopez snapped, not wanting Johnson to be a part of the conversation. Johnson took a few steps backwards and muttered an apology under his breath. Ms. Lopez glared at the man before turning her attention back to me. "How is your breakfast?" She asked in a softer voice.

Was that some kind of joke?

"It's okay," I said quietly, not wanting to tell Ms. Lopez that the breakfast was disgusting.

"My breakfast is beautiful," she bragged, shoving a forkful of bacon into her mouth.

"Okay," I said quietly.

"So, tell me something interesting about you. I want to know everything," Ms. Lopez said. I stared at the woman blankly, not knowing why she was having a conversation with me. "Don't stay quiet," she added.

"Why?" I asked.

Ms. Lopez rolled her eyes. "You're stuck with me, you know that," she said. "So I want to know everything about you, just in case you try to do something. Besides, I don't want us to be strangers, what's the point in that?" She laughed.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked, ignoring her question.

Ms. Lopez slammed her fork down on the table. Her face turned red out of anger. "Why do you insist on ignoring my questions?" She asked. "Don't be so rude, I want to know something about you, so speak."

"I don't want to be here," I confessed. It was at that moment when I realized a large figure behind me. I closed my eyes when I felt a strong hand slap me on the back of my head.

Ms. Lopez giggled.

"I don't care if you don't want to be here," she shrugged. "You're stuck with me, my little slave." Slave? I was a slave?

Ms. Lopez made me so mad. I couldn't control my mouth. "You're a monster!" I shouted, startling both Ms. Lopez and Johnson. "You have no right to keep me here, you're both absolutely insane!" I jumped up from the seat and attempted to run towards the door, only to be stopped by a pair of strong hands around my waist. "Let me go!" I hissed, trying to break free from Johnson's arms. It was no good. He was too strong and I was too weak.

"What a fool," Ms. Lopez said, walking over towards me. Tears formed in my eyes as I dropped to the floor.

"Just let me go," I begged. "Please."

"Johnson, put her back in the closet, this girl will learn to respect her owner." Ms. Lopez said.

"Do I get to have some fun with her yet?" Johnson asked, making my eyes widen. I knew exactly what he meant by 'fun.'

"No!" Ms. Lopez snapped again. The woman then walked back over to the table and finished eating her breakfast. "She's mine, only I get to touch her," she said.

Rape. That word made me shiver. That word wouldn't leave my head. Apparently I belonged to Ms. Lopez. I wasn't a fool, I knew the woman meant rape. I just wondered when it was going to happen.


I remained in the closet for several more hours. My legs had cramped and I had cried so much the tears had stopped falling. At times I struggled to breathe. The closet was so small I was afraid of suffocating. The ropes irritated my skin and no matter how many times I attempted to break free, I could never seem to move. I was alone for most of the day, god only knows where Ms. Lopez and Johnson disappeared to.

Many hours later there was a knock on the door, my eyes snapped open at the sound. My body had suddenly come back to life, and I was able to move. I rocked back and forth in the closet, trying to make as much noise as possible. I wanted to be heard. I wanted to be saved.

"Is anyone in?" I heard a familiar voice ask. It was Daisy, the part time cleaner. "I'm just here to clean the room," she said again.

Just come in the room, Daisy. Find me. Please find me. I said to myself.

The door unlocked, and someone entered the suite. All I needed to do was make as much noise as possible. Once again I moved back and forth in the closet, trying to let out a scream. After a few moments, the closet door opened and I looked up to find blue eyes staring down at me. Daisy had found me.

"B-Brittany?" She stuttered. "What's going on? Why are you in the closet?" She asked.

I couldn't speak, my mouth was covered in tape. Daisy realized this and knelt down, ripping the tape away from my mouth.

"Get me out of these ropes," I said quickly, not knowing when Ms. Lopez and Johnson would return. "I'll explain everything later, I just need to get out of here, please help me, Daisy."

Daisy nodded her head, and quickly helped me out of the closet. She found a knife on the kitchen table to cut through the ropes, and within no time I'm free. "Erm, you're naked," Daisy said awkwardly. I had forgotten all about that. I really didn't care.

"That's fine, we just need to get out of this suite," I said, grabbing Daisy's hand and running towards the door. "Call the cops. Tell them we're in danger and then go back to your room." I told Daisy.

"What's going on?" She asked. "You still haven't told me why I found you in the closet."

I sighed. "Just call the cops, I'll explain everything when they get here."

Daisy didn't ask anymore questions. I ran down the stairs and along the hall, not stopping until I reached my room. I didn't have a plan, I didn't know what I was doing, but I knew I had to escape. When I reached my room I would throw on some clothes, pack a bag and leave. After speaking to the cops, I would leave the hotel and never return. If only it could be that simple.

I opened the door and stopped in the middle of the room, quickly realizing something. When I left my room the day before, I locked the door. I was naked and had nothing at all. So how did I get in?

I then heard heavy breathing.

"Well you took your time," I heard a voice say. The light was then switched on. Ms. Lopez was sitting on my bed. "I expected you hours ago, you're not very good at escaping, are you?" She said.

Why did I have to come back to my room? Why didn't I just go to the lobby. I'm an idiot! I thought to myself.

"Why are you so quiet?" Ms. Lopez asked with a frown on her face. "Don't just stand there! Say something," she shouted.

I gulped nervously. I was back in hell. "I haven't told anyone about you or what you've done. If you let me go I promise, I swear I promise, I wont say a word," I said honestly. I just wanted to be free.

Ms. Lopez smirked. "I think I'll keep you. I don't want to take the risk," she said. "If I'm being completely honest, I'm actually really pissed by how long you took to get here. Seriously, do you know what it's like to sit in the dark for hours and hours? I was about to fall asleep," she moaned.

"Please, just let me go," I begged.

"Tell me this, how did you escape the closet?" She asked. "Wait! Let me guess. You knocked the closet down and crawled to the kitchen area for a knife?"

"No..." I mumbled.

"Hmm," Ms. Lopez frowned. "You ate through the rope and then jumped out of the closet like a superhero?" She smiled.

"No..." I repeated.

Her face hardened. "Please don't tell me you got out of the closet the easy way?"

"What's the easy way?" I asked, really not wanting to know.

"You screamed for help or some shit like that, then all of a sudden a stranger came to your rescue. It's weird because when I need help no one ever comes to my rescue. Hmm...maybe I should lock myself in a closet and see if it actually works," Ms. Lopez trailed off. "But wait!" She snapped, startling me. "If that's true, then that would mean that there's someone walking about this hotel who knows exactly what's going on!"

"No one knows," I assured her.

"Don't fucking lie to me," Ms. Lopez hissed, standing up from the bed and walking over to me. "Who got you out of the closet?" She asked.

"I got myself out," I lied.

Ms. Lopez raised her eyebrows. "Do you think I'm a fool or something? A fucking idiot! Is that what you think of me?" She asked in a rather unpleasant voice.

I shook my head. "No," I mumbled.

"Good," she nodded. "I'm not an idiot, I'm not a fool, I'm your owner, show me some respect," she spat. The word 'owner' sent shivers down my spine. I didn't belong to anyone. "So tell me who got you out of the closet? If you lie to me I'll slit your throat," she added.

I gulped. I didn't want to die. "Just this girl, she doesn't know anything, she just knew I was trapped in the closet," I said, immediately regretting it.

"Now we are getting somewhere," Ms. Lopez smirked. "What's her name?" She asked.

"Daisy," I mumbled. I then looked Ms. Lopez in the eye. "Please don't hurt her, she doesn't know anything and she's completely innocent. You don't need to hurt her."

"Hmm, what do you think, Johnson?" Ms. Lopez said, looking behind me. I quickly turned and sighed when my eyes gazed upon that awful man standing at the door. "Should we go after this girl? Or is she not a threat?"

"I say we kill them both," Johnson said. Oh please no.

Ms. Lopez rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Leave my slave out of this. We're not killing her. I want to know about this girl, though. Do you think we should leave her alone?"

"No," Johnson said. "I don't trust this one, I think she's still lying to us. That bastard girl knows something."

"She doesn't know anything," I assured them.

Ms. Lopez looked at us both, I could tell she was thinking about it. A few seconds later she had made her decision. "Johnson, find this Daisy and get rid of her," she said, making my heart drop. Not Daisy. She's innocent.

"Very well," Johnson said, an amused look on his face.

"And as for you," Ms. Lopez said, gripping the back of my neck. "It's time for you to go to sleep."

I'm not sure what happened next, everything just went black.


I couldn't see anything. I was in the darkness again. I tried to move but I couldn't, my legs were too weak.

"Not Daisy," I mumbled to myself. "She didn't deserve to die," I cried, unable to stop myself. It was at that moment when I realized I could speak. There was no rope. I opened my eyes and raised my arm. Was I free? Slowly, I reached for the door and pushed it open, falling out of the closet. I winced in pain, what had that awful woman done to my body?

"You should be fine soon," Ms. Lopez said, looking down at me. "It was just a little drug, I couldn't exactly bring you up here kicking and screaming," she laughed. I'm glad she found it funny, because I didn't.

"What am I wearing?" I asked when I noticed the outfit. It looked like a long grey nightgown.

"Yeah, that's just something I found in your suite," she said.

I shook my head. The nightgown did not belong to me. "This isn't mine, I wouldn't wear this," I told her.

Ms. Lopez rolled her eyes. "Jesus Christ, does it really matter? At least you're not naked like before. I thought you would be grateful for the clothes I have given you. I assumed they would make you feel more comfortable."

"I would be grateful if you let me go. I have a life," I whispered.

"You're mine, why would I ever let you go?" Ms. Lopez said. "Oh, by the way, I've wrote this letter for good old Mr. Banks, just informing him that you wont be working at this shitty hotel anymore. Take a seat around the table and I'll show you," she added, gesturing for me to sit down. It took me a while to get to my feet, but at last I managed to sit at the table. Ms. Lopez called me a good girl.

"Read it," she said, passing me a sheet of paper. I could see she tried to forge my hand writing. "I had a little snoop around your suite, it seems you're quite fond of the man."

How dare she.

Dear Mr. Banks.

I have some excellent news to tell you. Over the past few months I have been in contact with an old friend. This friend has recently invited me to go and live with her. I have been offered a job which I could not refuse. I'm afraid this means I wont be working at The Winston Hotel anymore, which deeply saddens me.

I would like to thank you for everything you have done for me, I will always be grateful. I'm sorry I couldn't say goodbye in person, but I think I'd be too emotional. I'm sure you understand.

I wish you all the best, and thank you.

Brittany S. Pierce.

"This is ridiculous," I said to Ms. Lopez after reading the letter. "I would never say goodbye over a letter," I added.

"Well, I'm afraid you have, so get used to it," Ms. Lopez said.

"You wont get away with this. What makes you think I'm just going to sit here and not try to escape? I-I could scream for help or I could run out of this suite and warn someone," I said to her.

Ms. Lopez laughed at me. "You wont do that," she said in a very confident voice.

"Why not? That man isn't here, I could easily run," I said.

Ms. Lopez shook her head. "There's a new permanent guest at this hotel. Another one of my men," she said, confusing me. What was she saying? "His job is to watch Mr. Banks. Now, you see, if you ran away from me, I would ring him and basically Mr. Banks would be dead within seconds. Is that what you want?" She asked, smirking.

"Don't you dare hurt him!" I snapped, slamming my hand down on the table. "Leave him alone."

"His fate is decided by you. Co-operate, do as you're told, don't run away, and Mr. Banks wont be harmed." Ms. Lopez said. I watched as she put the letter in an envelope. "Disobey me, and Mr. Banks will die. Your choice."

I couldn't escape. I refused to let anyone else die because of me. Ms. Lopez had me.

"How old are you?" Ms. Lopez asked me.

I lowered my head. "I'm 26," I told her. "How old are you?" I asked.

Ms. Lopez frowned. "It's none of your business. Why would you ask me that? You're just my slave!" She snapped.

"You're asking me questions, I figured I would ask you some. After all, I'm stuck with you, right?" I said.

"Hmm. I'm 31," she said. I was surprised by her age. I assumed Ms. Lopez was the same age as me. "I'll be 32 in a couple of weeks so I expect you to be a very good slave. That will be a nice birthday present for me," she added.

"Can I ask you something?" I said nervously.

"Not really," she replied. My face dropped. "Just one more question I suppose," she added.

I took a deep breath. I had a feeling Ms. Lopez wasn't going to react well to my question. I then spoke. "After everything you have done, how can you look yourself in the mirror?"

Her face hardened. "You don't ever ask me something like that, do you understand?" She said harshly. "Don't you fucking dare think you can talk to me like that. One more word from you and I'll snap your neck. Are we clear?"

I nodded. "Yes," I said, too scared to speak again.

"Good," she said. "We'll be leaving the hotel shortly, I don't like the idea of you living in such a luxury suite. Your prison awaits you."


My prison.

It was worse than prison. When you're in prison you have something to look forward to, the day you're released. Being in 'my prison', I had nothing to look forward to. Trapped there for the rest of my life. I had given up immediately. I had accepted the fact that my life was over. I had nothing. I was nothing.

I didn't know where we were. I woke up in complete darkness. I was in a cold basement, lying on the floor with chains around my ankles. I could only crawl so far before the chains pulled me back. I was a dog locked in a kennel. That's the only way to describe it. There was a bowl on the floor, which I assumed was my food. There was another bowl by it's side, filled with water. I didn't want to eat or drink, but I had to. I ate the awful food with my hands, and I drank the water like a dog.

After my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, I could make out more little things. A dead rat in the corner of the basement. A bucket which I assumed was where I did my business since I could see some paper next to it. A rocking chair beyond my reach, just there. A small blanket next to me, probably to keep me warm. I also noticed my clothes had been changed. My grey nightgown had been replaced by a long black top which reached my knees.

I could hear hushed voices above me. Ms. Lopez was pacing back and forth, I could hear her. I wondered who she was talking to. It didn't sound like Johnson. Unless she was talking to herself. That woman was crazy, I wouldn't be surprised.

To keep myself warm, I lifted the small blanket up and wrapped it around my body. I was surprised when I heard something drop to the floor. I looked down to find a notebook with a pen beside it. I grew curious. I opened up the book to the first page.

"Letters to Mr. Banks informing him of how you're doing. Write nice letters or he dies."

How could I possibly write nice letters? What was I supposed to say?

"I see you've already found the notebook," Ms. Lopez says as the stairs creak. I squint and before I know it, she's standing in front of me. "There's a small light behind you, it will only be turned on when you're writing letters, otherwise it stays off, are we clear?" She said.

I nodded my head, reaching behind me trying to find the light switch. After a few seconds of trying, my hands grazed over something, and a small light bulb flashed. The basement was still dark, the light was only bright enough to cover me. The dead rat was visible, however, which made me rather uncomfortable. I hated rats.

"Write something normal, I don't want him to get suspicious," Ms. Lopez said. "We can't have people thinking you're missing or something, do you understand?"

I nodded my head again. "I understand," I mumbled. "Please tell me where we are," I begged.

Her face softened. "We're safe," she said quietly. "That's all you need to know," she added before walking back up the creaky stairs. The door closed and once again, I was alone alone.

It was time to pretend. It was time to write.

Dear Mr. Banks,

In case you're wondering, I'm doing really well. I start work tomorrow, it's quite exciting. By the time this letter reaches you, I'm sure I will have already started. I hope things are going well at the hotel.

Like I always tell you Mr. Banks, keep your eyes open.

Brittany S. Pierce.

"Keep your eyes open," I whispered to myself. "Notice something is wrong, please," I begged, closing the notebook. Ms. Lopez would be down for it later so she could send the letter. "Be safe."

I wanted to keep the light on. I somehow felt safer with the light on. The darkness and the shadows scared me. I knew I couldn't keep the light on, though. Ms. Lopez had ordered me to turn if off after I was done writing. I couldn't disobey her. There was no point in disobeying her, she would only hurt me. I didn't want that. So I obeyed by her rules, and after finishing the short letter which would be sent to Mr. Banks, I turned off the light, and thought about the life I would never have.

I closed my eyes and started to dream. Not long later the sound of the door opening woke me up. I opened my eyes just in time to see a man walking down the sounds, his eyes watching me. I knew it was immediately.

"Santana wants the letter," Johnson said.

I handed him the notebook. Johnson opened it and tore the page out. He had a torch in his hand which blinded me. I wasn't used to the light. I wanted him to turn it off. I felt exposed with it on, shining so brightly. "What does this bit mean?" He asked, referring to the 'keep your eyes open' part.

I gulped. "It means nothing, it's just something I used to always say to him," I said quietly. Johnson raised his eyebrows, so I continued. "Many of the guests were thieves, I always told him to keep his open, just in case something happened," I lied. Truth be told, none of the guests were bad people. They were rude, ignorant, and snobby, but they weren't thieves.

"The letters short, can you not write or something?" Johnson smirked.

"I didn't know what to say," I whispered, lowering my head and wanting to disappear. "I could not pretend I'm living such a happy life when..." My sentence wouldn't come out. I was locked in a basement, I wasn't exactly happy.

"Stupid girl," Johnson spat. "I don't know why Santana keeps you, you're nothing but a waste of space." He said. I wanted to argue back, I wanted to tell him how much of a waste of space he was, but I feared the consequences.

"She wont let me go," I said instead.

Johnson walked closer to me. My back hit against the wall. "You're lucky you're still alive, usually she kills people like you." He said.

Ms Lopez was worse than I imagined. I wondered how many innocent people she had killed. I hoped I wouldn't be next on her list.

"She'll be down soon, she wants to talk to you," Johnson said before kicking me in the leg. "Poor girl," he joked. I watched as the man walked back up the creaky stairs and out of the basement.

Alone. Always alone.


"It's time to wake up," I heard a soft voice say. I opened my eyes and sat up, leaning my back against the wall. I looked up to find Ms. Lopez looking over me. "How long have you been sleeping?" She asked.

I didn't have a watch or anything, I had no idea how long I had been sleeping. All I knew is that I was exhausted. My body was aching from the hard floor. The time didn't matter, it dragged either way. "I'm not sure," I replied honestly.

"Hmm," Ms. Lopez said, tapping her foot. "It's time for you to go upstairs for a little bit," she said, startling me.

"U-upstairs?" I stuttered, wondering why I was leaving the basement. Was this the moment I had been dreading. Was Ms. Lopez going to kill me?

No, she wouldn't. Would she?

"Yes," Ms. Lopez nodded. "You're my slave, I can't have you doing nothing all day. That's just lazy." She laughed.

I guess that made a little sense.

Ms. Lopez pulled a key out of her jeans pocket. She then knelt down and released my ankles from those awful chains. I felt so much better. It felt good to know that I could actually move further than a few meters. With my weak legs, I managed to get to my feet, bracing myself against the wall. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to walk, but I could.

"Follow me," Ms. Lopez said. "Johnson will be down shortly to clean out the bucket," she added. At least that bastard had to do it. I know I wouldn't like that job. As we walked up the stairs, Ms. Lopez suddenly stopped and turned around. "I trust you not to run away, you know what will happen if you do."

I wouldn't run away. "I'm not going anywhere," I assured her.

"Good," she said.

When we were finally out of the basement, I got the chance to study my surroundings. It was a house, a very abandoned house. The windows were boarded up. The couches and furniture were covered by white sheets. As I looked to the left, I got a glimpse of the small kitchen. Food was prepared on the counter, I licked my lips at the sight. I wished I could have had some, but I knew it was for Ms. Lopez and Johnson. I followed Ms. Lopez up a set of stairs, I wondered where we were going. She then led me into the bathroom. The bathroom was decent, it wasn't like the rooms.

I watched as Ms. Lopez ran the bath. My first thought was that she was going to drown me. What a way to die.

"What are you doing?" I asked nervously.

Ms. Lopez put some soap next to the bathtub. "I'm running you a bath, smelly," she said. "I don't want you to be dirty, that's disgusting," she laughed.

She didn't want me to be dirty? Then why was I being kept in a basement with dead rats? Why was I being forced to shit and piss in a bucket?

Once the bathtub was full, Ms. Lopez made me strip off. I pulled the black top over my head leaving me completely naked. The woman then gestured for me to get in the tub. When I sat down in the bathtub I sighed contently. A bath was just what I needed, it immediately made me feel normal again. It made me feel like I hadn't been kidnapped by some crazy woman. I never wanted to leave the bathtub. I was enjoying the water so much that I had forgotten about the woman in the room. Ms. Lopez was still watching me.

"Wash yourself, we haven't got all day," she said. We did have all day really.

Not wanting to piss off Ms. Lopez, I quickly washed myself with the soap provided. Ms. Lopez then drained the bathtub and pulled me up, wrapping a towel around my body. She told me to dry myself, which I did. Maybe Ms. Lopez would do this daily. I didn't like being dirty.

"Are you clean?" Ms. Lopez asked.

"Yes, thank you," I said. Ms. Lopez frowned at my words. She was probably wondering why I was thanking her. I was grateful for the bath, that's why.

"Come with me," Ms. Lopez ordered. The woman snatched the towel away from me and guided me down the hall. My top was still in the bathroom, I wondered when I would be putting it back on. Perhaps she would give me something clean to wear.

Ms. Lopez led me into her bedroom. Like the bathroom, this room was clean. The windows were still boarded up, but once the light had been switched on, it looked like a normal room. There was a large queen sized bed in the middle of the room. A dressing table by the window and a closet to left. The room was bright and colourful, it was nice.

I turned to face Ms. Lopez. "Why are we in here?" I asked.

Ms. Lopez blinked a couple of times. "Get into the bed," she ordered.

I frowned. "I-I don't understand, why do you want me to get into the bed?" I asked in a worried voice.

Ms. Lopez frowned. "Don't you understand? I thought you would have figured it out by now," she said. I was confused, I hadn't figured anything out. Was I really that clueless?

"I'm confused," I admitted. "Why do you want me to get into bed?" I asked again.

Ms. Lopez pushed me backwards. I lost my balance and fell onto the bed. I quickly looked around and my eyes widened when Ms. Lopez started taking off her clothes. It was all starting to make sense. Maybe I wasn't that clueless after all. I could see perfectly what was happening, but still, I had to ask.

"W-what are you doing?" I managed to ask after a few moments.

Ms. Lopez stood in front of me completely naked. "Isn't it obvious, you're my slave," she said. "My sex slave."