This is the best feeling
Did you know
This innocence is brilliant, I hope that it will stay
That if you die in your dreams
This moment is perfect
You die in real life too
Please don't go away
I woke up in a room unfamiliar to me. It was decorated like a girls room. The walls were pastel pink and green with little flowers on them. There was an off white dresser, vanity mirror and desk in the room. An outfit was laid out on the chair. I slipped out of the four poster bed my feet hitting the carpeted floor. The bed sheets and comforter matched the walls. A shiver ran through me and crossed my arms around myself. I looked down to see I was still in my bartender clothes. I sighed relieved nothing bad happened. My head hurt still but I could deal. I looked in the mirror and saw my cheek was purple from where he hit me. I could deal with that too. I went to the door and turned the knob finding it locked. I cursed under my breath and went back to the bed sitting down. All kinds of things ran through my mind. Why was I here? Who took me? What was going to happen to me? Was I going to die? A knock came on the door and then the sound of keys rattling. The door swung open and he walked in. In the full light I could finally see what color his eyes were. Green, emerald green to be exact. Something about them looked familiar but I couldn't tell for sure.
"There's a bathroom joined to your room. It's stocked with toiletries for a girl. You should get showered and changed. I've got work but I need you to keep the house tidy while I'm gone. If you try to escape I'll know right away. There's a security system throughout the house and I've got employees that will see anything wrong." He explained all this so casually it was creepy.
Didn't he realize he just committed kidnapping and domestic abuse? He moved closer to me running a hand down my cheek making me flinch. He looked a bit hurt and pulled his hand away.
"I'm not going to hurt you. Not unless you do what you're told like a good girl okay? Please don't be afraid of me." He took my hand in his and kissed it. His lips felt odd yet somehow comforting.
He showed me to the bathroom then left letting me undress alone. I took a hot shower taking my time. I wanted to be clean not for him but I felt dirty being in a house with a stranger who I knew was probably going to kill me no matter what. I dried off wrapping the fluffy towel around myself and hair. I got dressed in the clothes he laid out. Surprisingly they fit perfectly. I looked in the mirror not recognizing myself one bit. I wore a lavender chiffon dress that went below my knees and hugged my body not in a curvy way but enough so it wouldn't fall off. The sleeves covered my shoulders and they neckline wasn't plunging. It was quite conservative. I put on the black heels that were under the chair and knocked on the door like he told me to when I had finished. He smiled at me looking pleased with the results but frowned when his eyes came to the purple bruise. He took me into the bathroom and pulled out a make up back. He told me to put on concealer and some other products as well. I did as he asked and he looked fine again.
"A little makeup never hurt anyone. It suits you quite well." He kissed the bruised cheek and turned to the door. "I'll leave this unlocked and you can explore your new home. I hope its to your liking." He walked out.
I waited only a few seconds before following him out the door. I was ready to rush him but he was gone just like that. I groaned and slumped against the door. Guess escaping wouldn't be easy. I went back into the bathroom taking off the makeup but left the concealer on. I never liked that sort of thing it never felt right. Natural beauty was more appealing to me. I decided to see for myself what type of environment I'd now be living in. The house I found was more like a mansion. There were so many rooms and stairs I lost count. I wandered down the endless halls in a daze. A woman dressed in a pale green dress and apron came up to me.
"Excuse me Mistress but are you lost?" Her face was expressionless and her eyes had a far off look to them. She would've been beautiful it seemed if she did not look like battered doll. Her hair was a chestnut brown that had dulled over the years and her eyes also green were glossy with the amount of tears she shed. The flower in her hair was withered and long since dead. She was thin for a woman in what looked like her mid twenties. I nodded and she offered a thin smile.
"I bet you're hungry too. I'll take you to the dining room and have the kitchen make you something." She took my hand and lead me down another set of halls and stairs down to the ground floor. We went down a long hallway where the walls were covered with pictures of the ocean. I wondered if the man who kidnapped me had a special connection with the waves. The woman lead me into a large room with a single square table in the center and two chairs. She sat me down in one and told me to wait for my breakfast. I played with my thumbs anxiously waiting. The table was square and covered in an off white tablecloth. In the center was a vase with a single red rose. The place mats were the same red color and the silverware was perfectly lined up. This guy must've been a neat freak and OCD. The woman came back out and she held a tray with a pancakes, fruit salad, and strawberry champagne. All of it was too extravagant but looked so good. She set the platter down in front of me and I eagerly dove in. It was all gone by the time I was done. Even the champagne. I felt like some rich aristocracy or even a princess. But I knew it was just a fantasy. I was a prisoner in some estranged man's home living off his money. I stood up wanting to go back to my room and quickly sat down. My head was pulsing with a headache and my stomach felt nausea. I felt awful. Was this a hangover? No it couldn't be. I was barely intoxicated let alone full on drunk. I blinked starting to see black spots everywhere. I looked back at the champagne. Clearly I drank a little more than alcohol. I reached for the glass picking it up then it slipped through my fingers shattering on the ground. I slumped over, my body going numb and collapsed on the floor slipping into unconsciousness.