The sun from the window shown through into the tiny room causing Marik to wake up. He opened up one of his lavender eyes and saw Helena was no longer in the bed. He groaned and rubbed his eyes and sat up in the bed. Marik sat there staring at the barred window. He heard the shower running from the connected bathroom, Helena was in there. Marik groaned again and stretched his arms outward trying to shake the grogginess he still felt from his body. He didn't want to get up just yet so he decided to just stay in the bed and wait for Helena.
"God, women take so damn long in the shower," Marik thought as he ran his hand through his platinum hair.
45 minutes had past and Marik waited another 15 minutes before the water from the shower was turned off, he expected Helena to walk out then but no, he had to wait another 10 minutes before he finally saw her.
Helena walked out from bathroom and the steam from her shower poured into her bedroom. A towel was wrapped around her torso and she used another towel to dry her long black hair. She stopped walking as soon as she saw Marik still in her bed, her bluish-gray eyes got really big and she nervously said "Master Marik, you're still here?"
Marik nodded his head toward the now red-faced girl and smirk at her. Helena gasped and tried to hide her chest with the small, revealing towel but she raised it a little too high and the towel uncovered her ass. She scrambled to pull the towel down again to recover her ass but it didn't work and Marik continued to look at her, a smirk still on his face. Helena stood there, clutching the soggy towel close to her body but when she realized Marik wasn't going to leave or stop looking at her, she just sighed and walked toward her dresser to pick out her clothes that she was going to wear that day. She planned to wear a pair of black leggings and a form fitting red t-shirt with a V-neck that showed off her breasts. Marik chose her clothes, the first day she woke up here the clothes were already in her room. At first she felt uncomfortable wearing the clothes but she got used to it because it was better than being naked. Helena sighed and thought back to the first day she was brought her and woke up as Marik's captive.
Marik had a hold of her wrist and was leading her into a tiny room, he reached the uncomfortable bed and he gently pushed on her chest heavy enough to make her fall on the bed. Helena watched as he walked out of the room and she heard a deadbolt being locked on the outside of the door. Hot liquid blurred her vision and she tried to push the tears back but she failed and she burst out into tears. She couldn't stop and she stayed on the bed for what seemed like hours until she passed out.
Helena woke up the next day with a headache and tried to remember what had happened the previous day. All she remembered was walking and coming across what seemed like an abandoned factory that had a great view of the ocean and she sat down and wanted to recreate the scene in her sketchbook. She hadn't been there for more than an hour and a half before a hand grabbed her mouth roughly from behind and a cloth was pressed against her nose. She couldn't remember much after that except briefly waking up and seeing cloth over her eyes, duct tape over her mouth, and her limbs bound tightly with rope. She passed out again and only woken up when a purple-robed figure yanked her up from the uncomfortable floor and ripped the rope, tape and cloth off of her body. He mumbled underneath his breath and very time he touched Helena, she would flinch in fear.
"Stupid bitch," the cloaked figure shouted as he slapped the teen across the face, "Master Marik wants to see you and if you are a smart little girl, you won't piss him off." He growled in her face and Helena tried to hold back tears.
Helena didn't remember much after that and she sighed. She sat up in the bed and took in the set-up of the tiny room. There was a plain wooden dresser and the bed she was laying on, which was messed up and wrinkled because she slept on it. The walls were bare and white but on the side of the room there was a small window covered with bars similar to what would be seen in prison.
Suddenly her attention was drawn toward the thick, metal door as she heard the deadbolt being unlocked and Helena didn't know what to do so she dove underneath the scratchy blanket on the bed and closed her eyes. The blanket was ripped off her body and Helena came face to face with a swarthy older women with a confused look on her face.
"Miss Helena?" the older women said with such as accent that Helena could barely understand her so she just nodded at the tired looking women. She was kind of chubby and her dark hair was tied up neatly into a scarf, Helena saw her start to smile and her brown eyes shown with kindness. She took steps to the still frightened teen and embraced her. Helena was smashed against the woman's rather large breasts but she didn't care anymore because her touch was warm and comforting so she hugged the woman back.
The woman broke the hug and scrambled out of the room and immediately came back in pushing a cart with a plate of breakfast on it. "Eat miss, eat miss." She smiled at Helena again and then she walked out of the room again, not even bothering to lock the door.
Helena curiously walked over to the plate of food after the smell reached her nose and on the plate was toast with butter, scrambled eggs, fruit, and hashed potatoes. Also on the cart was utensils and a bottled water. Helena grabbed the plate and she started to eat the appetizing food before it got cold.
As she was eating her breakfast the door swung open and hit the wall with such a force that almost cracked it. Helena stared as a tan man with platinum blond hair and a purple cloak walked in and she realized it was the same man that brought her into the room the previous night.