"It means we wait for Emily." Natalie ran her fingers through Susan's hair.

Susan reached up to get Natalie to leave her alone. "Stop it."

Natalie grabbed her wrist and twist it behind Susan's back. It didn't hurt, but it was held tightly enough that Susan couldn't reach up to try to stop her again. Susan didn't like the position that she was currently in and tried to roll over.

Instead of Natalie releasing her grip and allowing Susan to do so, she twisted Susan's arm and pressed down enough that it sent a bolt of pain through Susan's arm. Susan let out a small whimper and laid still. Natalie smiled before letting Susan's arm fall back down to the bed.

Susan brought it up to meet the other one, crossing them in front of her to provide a pillow for her head. She buried her head into her arms and silently cried. Natalie stroked her hair and rubbed small circles into her back.

"Susan, please don't cry. You'll learn in time what is expected of you."

"Please let me go. Just let me go."

"Even if I wanted to, I couldn't. His majesty, not to mention others, has already fallen for you. You just need to make an effort to like it here."

Susan somehow managed to slip out from underneath Natalie's hold and went into the bathroom. The moment she slammed the door Natalie jumped and went to fetch her pet. Before she reached the door, she heard the lock click. She knocked once. "Susan, please come out."

"Go away."

"I asked nicely." Natalie was slightly annoyed by Susan's behavior.

"I don't care. Leave me alone." Susan yelled through the door.

Natalie sent her fist crashing on the door. Susan jumped slightly. "I have things to do. I will be back at six to collect you. I want you showered and dressed by the time I get back."

Susan breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, Natalie was leaving her alone. She could hear Natalie moving around in the bedroom. Then, she heard the bedroom door open. "Don't think I am letting you off with this behavior. You're not to leave the compound for the next week. I'll see you soon, my dear."

Susan pushed herself off of the bathroom floor. She unlocked the door and found a dress, heels, and hose waiting for her on the bed. Natalie had another thing coming if she thought she could dictate what Susan was going to wear.

Susan was going to tell her that too. She picked up the dress and headed for the door. She gripped the door handle, twisted and pulled, but the door refused to open. She pulled again, and still it refused to budge.

Fine, if that was the way that Natalie wanted to play, Susan would just wear something completely different from what Natalie had picked out. Susan went to the wardrobe to find it locked as well.

She flung the dress back on the bed and headed back into the bathroom. No reason for her to upset Natalie even further. Maybe if she played nice, Natalie would still let her go home to visit.

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Natalie unlocked Susan's door. When she walked in, she could hear the shower still running. She saw that Susan had apparently come out at some point in time to find the outfit that was now crumpled on the bed.

Natalie took a seat and waited for her to finish. She didn't have to wait long before Susan came out, wearing nothing but a towel. Natalie smiled when Susan looked up to see her sitting there

Susan looked over to the clock that was sitting on her nightstand. It was only five-thirty. She still had another thirty minutes to get ready. "What do you want, Natalie?"

"I thought I would see how you were coming. I see that you have found your clothes for the evening."

"I am not wearing those. You're not going to tell me what to wear."

"You don't have to wear what I picked out. I am sure that no one will mind you wearing just a towel to dinner."

"You can't be serious." Susan couldn't keep the quiver out of her voice.

"I will come back to help you with your hair and make-up." Natalie slowly rose off of the bed and went out the door, locking it behind her. She half wished that Susan would choose to not wear the dress.

Susan quickly dressed, afraid that Natalie would come back at any moment. She picked up the shoes and looked at them with disgust. There was no way that she was wearing them. They would cause her to break her neck before she took two steps.

She went into the bathroom and hid them under the sink before grabbing a brush to start on the mess that was her hair. She heard the lock click and the door open. She chose not to turn around, not to acknowledge Natalie.

"Good girl." Natalie came up behind Susan and grabbed the brush and as it stroked down. Susan didn't let go as easily as Natalie would have liked. Natalie had to squeeze Susan's hand down into the brush before she would let go.

Susan released the hairbrush, refusing to cry out in pain. However, when Natalie took the brush, Susan rubbed the pain out of her hand. 'Play nice, Susan. Remember home.' Susan thought to herself.

"You look very pretty this evening, Susan. I have a present for you." Natalie continued to run the brush through Susan's hair, trying to gauge her reaction. "I am only going to give it to you though if you promise to behave yourself this evening."

"What is it?" Susan was curious.

"Do you promise?"

"Yes."

Natalie stopped brushing long enough to hand Susan a package that was wrapped. Susan took it and un-wrapped it. Her jewelry box from home.

"I know you miss home. Maybe next weekend I will take you back myself." Natalie quickly put up Susan's hair and frowned that Susan had had her make-up complete before Natalie had the chance to do it herself. She noticed that Susan's feet were only covered by stockings. "Where are your shoes?"

"In closet."

"The ones I left out for you. Where are they?" Natalie was slightly agitated. "Get them. Now."

"No. I am not wearing them." Susan stayed out of Natalie's way as she rummaged through the room, trying to find them. Finally, she found them hidden underneath the sink. She walked back into the room and shoved them into Susan's arms.

"Put them on. Now." The look Natalie gave Susan told her that it was not the time to argue. Natalie was going to get her way tonight, one way or another. She sat down and put them, waiting for Natalie to tell her what to do next.