KIDNAPPED | WLW

I stepped out of the bathroom door, clenching the rim of my towel on my chest, looking to see if she's still there; she's still standing, waiting for me on the bedside, holding her coat. I looked at her bedside; there was already a clothed stand filled with lots of kinds of clothes, ready to use. All I have to do is choose. I took a glimpse of the bed; there are a couple of pairs of shoeboxes placed on top, lingerie, makeup, and perfume that every woman could need.

My jaw almost dropped recognizing those "ten minutes." She turned, having a few steps away, enough space for me to choose the clothes to wear. I've chosen a red velvet dress above the knee; I felt the clothes hugging me around, giving me a little warmth, very soft silk; the materials used made it comfortable on my skin. I touched the other clothes again; it was soft. The fabric was so soft and warm. I liked the color of this one; I need to hurry.

Glimpsing after her, she stood facing the window, waiting. I tried on four-inch black stiletto shoes, and luckily they fit. I missed my daily life in my office. I choose light make-up for me. Then I saw a full jewelry box; a thin silver-gold bracelet caught my attention; it excited me, but I didn't have time to choose. There is a lot to choose from, but I immediately placed it on my wrist; suddenly I stop and look at it, taking my seat down at the bedside.

Reality snaps me again, draws my attention back on my bandages around, and reminds me again that despite all these luxurious things laid in front of me, a gentle stab in my heart drags me in.

"You are safe now." I heard a voice. I wasn't aware she was watching me. That caught me off-guard on that, what she sees in me. "How long were you staring at me?" As I looked at her coming towards me, dying to ask what was going on, I wasn't able to foresee what came next.

But either I had no clue or choice, but keeping my silence between, I composed myself and stayed strong not to show my hands trembled. "Are you done?" she asked me, looking. Standing, taking the bracelet, holding it, placing it, and locking it at my wrist. "It's not a knot tied around your hand; it's only a bracelet.".

For a few moments, she held my arms to stand me up, leading our way. We stepped outside and saw a luxurious limousine parked and waiting outside. "Were we going?" I looked at her and wondered. "I said, You are safe now," she said without looking at me. I placed my hand on my chest, feeling my heartbeat, but she gently held my elbow, guiding me and leading our way. She placed her coat on my shoulder.

The driver opened the doors for us; she let me in first as she showed her hands down. I felt the leather seat as I took a seat, and she followed and was seated next to mine. The driver closes the doors for us. "Are you still afraid?" she asked gently of me, lifting my chin with her forefinger. Those tender eyes once again I saw staring at me closely, but I only nodded at her, looking away outside, avoiding her gaze.

I felt so nervous and scared at the same time, but I hid it from myself; I need to be strong. Followed by her rules, then to be tied up again on the bedpost. "Are you hungry?" I looked back at her and nodded again without any hesitation on my face. Her left arm pulled me close; she kissed my cheeks that gently.

I only looked down; I placed my hand on my lap between my legs, parted. I have to compose myself, not to show being vulnerable. But I am deep within. She does have a big effect on me when she's near, and when she does simple care, she does feel I cannot resist. She can feel me shaking, but I tried to fight that feeling. I pulled my hands closed on my lap. She saw that on me, stopping myself from trembling.

Suddenly I felt her hand placed on top of my hand, showing compassion, saying it's going to be okay. I had still looked outside, avoiding her gentle eyes; the streetlights flashed inside as we passed down the dark road.

I felt a warm hand touch. I open my eyes. "I fell asleep, did I?" She only met my eyes and gently smiled. She held my elbow again; we stepped outside from the limo. The driver opened doors for us. "Good evening, ma'am," they greeted in a chorus. We saw a big guy in a suit, and a four-chambermaid in uniform smiled at us. I looked up; those big five white porches in front of the house amazed me.

Heard slowly, running water from the fountain. Walking along, a wide aisle towards the shiny, thick wooden door was widely opened. The big guy in a suit depended on the voice of the chambermaids accompanying us getting inside.

A big, bright chandelier greeted me; beneath a huge bouquet of flower centerpieces, I looked up everywhere. "Welcome to my house," she said, our eyes locked up. "Is this your house? It's a mansion. It's not an ordinary house," I whispered, stuttering on my own words, amazed, covering my mouth at the same time.

I don't understand why these people have the intention of kidnapping someone, a kind of ordinary person like me. Walking down the hallways, these long staircases face on the opposite sides. draws on the center, no idea where we should go left of the side.

Everywhere had a highlight; they used small spotlights to enhance the painting's beauty at night. She dragged me beside her closer and saw a lift on the other side of the corner. She still held my elbow, getting in. "You want to use the stairs by yourself and get lost or be with me? The chambermaids are gone, but the big guy is still on us, escorting us towards the lift.