How can someone go from seeming so gentlemanly to so domineering in such a short amount of time? I mean I'm sure I didn't really help with all of my questions and my refusal to follow instructions but I have never known somebody (who wasn't my mother) to change personalities so suddenly.
I read somewhere that serial killers often have psychotic issues such as split personality disorders.
I have half the mind to try and jump out the window over the other side of the dark red room. I take some time to look around the room and suss out my surroundings. If I could be in danger I am going to need an escape plan.
The majority of the room is taken up by a large four poster bed with a bedspread the colour of blood. The bed frame itself is a dark mahogany and It seems that the rest of the furniture in the room is also similarly coloured.
There is a dressing table in the back left corner beside the window that is made of the same dark wood. It supports a large mirror with gold patterning around the edges making it look subtly beautiful and elegant.
If Jace is a serial killer at least he keeps his victims in nice residences.
I can't see many escape options but the window. Escaping out the door would be pointless, I would just get lost with all the hallways.
Three knocks on the door cause me to jump around and face the door.
I was warned that I was put here for my safety so it is understandable that I would be jumpy.
A pale delicate hand pushes the door open to reveal a girl that would be considered beautiful by anyone's standards.
She is tall with fair skin and eyes dark enough to be almost black. Her dress though hides her figure unlike the women I saw outside who looked like their ribs were being pushed up to their necks.
"Why are you here?"
"I was called to get you dressed and make you look presentable." She says like I am an inconvenience to her day, which I probably am.
"I can't see why you are incapable of doing it yourself. But what Jace says goes." She says the last bit with an undertone of sarcastic happiness.
"Why are you dressed like that?"
"Because it didn't go down too well when I dressed in men's clothes."
"Why would you dress in men's clothes?"
"Jace warned me you were a curious one."
When I don't respond I get a piece of white cotton fabric thrown at me .
"Stop staring and go and put this on in the boudoir and call me when you are done and I will help you with the rest of it Clarissa"
"And I'm guessing Jace told you my name"
"Of course. Oh and my name is Isabelle, I forgot to mention it earlier" 'Yeah you were too busy making me feel useless' my mind bites back. Thankfully my mouth doesn't.
I walk into the room adjacent to the one I am in and put on the cotton thing as I was told. It is pretty much just a white cotton dress almost like a nightie.
"Isabelle" I call for her. She said she would help me put the rest on. I just hope the rest is a bit more than a nightie.
The rest turns out to be a lot more. About three petticoats a corset and a closed bodied gown later I am finished getting dressed. The dress is so hot and heavy and the corset is making it difficult to breathe. I feel like I am being constricted by a hot blooded python.
The dress is black but simple without extra trimming around the edges but with puffy sleeves.
"Too bad if I want to bend over or even breathe"
"It's not my fault that these dresses aren't designed to fit your proportions. I'm doing the best I can with what I have to work with and I'm doing it for free remember if you insult me I can make it go tighter. But I guess you are wanted alive" even though her words are tough I feel the constriction around my middle loosen somewhat.
"Thank you"
Behind everything that is beautiful there is pain" is her only response. I guess I better leave it at that. I roll my eyes around the room and click my tongue. The throbbing in my head still ever present.
Can I get something for my headache please Isabelle?"
"We don't have any mundane medicine. We don't need it we have runes for that."
"Runes?" I inquire scrupulously. I dare not push too far but by the look on Isabelle's face I can tell that the information is something I was not intended to learn of.
"Didn't Jace say he was waiting for you in the drawing room? Better hurry along" she says getting up and opening the door for me, completely breaking me off from the previous discussion.
I am left with no option but to follow instructions. I pick my skirt up a bit at the front and do the best job I can to walk in this dress.
"He said to meet him in the parlour" I say to nobody in particular as Isabelle has disappeared around a corner.
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