Next day
The bag is ripped off my head and I'm immediately blinded by a bright LED light that's shinning in my face. I try to keep my eyes closed, but a rough hand forcefully grabs my chin, forcing me to look to the side.
Well, at least I'm not staring directly into the light anymore I think to myself.
"Well, she is mighty pretty just like you said" the man says, examining me. He moves my head to the side and then up and down.
"What am I? A freaking toy?" I spit out.
"Whoa, where did this attitude come from suddenly?" another voice says behind the man who's grabbing my face. "Since when did my wife have such a spit fire in her?"
"I'm sorry? Wife? I don't see a wedding band on my hand" I snap. The light that shines in my face, is suddenly turned off, which is a little sad cause I was just getting used to the warmth.
"Well, if you must know Jade, we've been married for 5 years" the man says. "Let her face go and let her stand up"
"Yes sir" the man mutters. He lets go of my chin and before I could even think, someone behind me forcefully grabs both my upper arms and forces me to my feet, that up until now, I've completely forgotten I'm barefoot.
"Give her a change of clothes and some shoes" my so called husband orders. The person who grabbed my arms, lets me go and behind me I hear someone run off. Their footsteps echo around in the large place we're in. Wait, where even are we?
"Where are we?" I ask the man who claims to be my husband.
"Somewhere and nowhere you need to know about" is all he says. I watch him carefully as he stands to his back to me. I roll my eyes and I try to look around where we are. Of course, besides the area I'm standing in, it's pitch black.
"If you're my so called husband, why won't you tell me anything?" I ask, placing my left hand on my hip. He immediately turns around and he gets in my face, almost making me trip over my own feet.
"Shut the fuck up Jade! Stop with your questions!" he shouts in my face. I jump back in shock from his shouting, but his face quickly changes from anger to regret. He doesn't say another word, instead he just wraps his arms around my waist and he pulls me into his chest, hugging me. I keep my arms by my side, not really knowing if I can trust him.
If he's my so called husband, why won't he tell me where we are and what his name is...unless...wait. I'm being silly.
"Take her to the house, get her showered, dressed and ready for me in my office" he orders before walking away. I stare at him confused, but my arms are grabbed and another, or the same bag is thrown over my head and I'm being lifted and thrown over someone's shoulder.
Half an hour later
Standing in this massive bathroom, the shower running and two men standing outside the door, for you know, just in case I run. Which honestly, why would I? I have no idea where I am or why I'm in such a big ass bathroom.. Okay, I know why I'm in the bathroom, but like, why I'm in the house I guess...no, that's just stupid thinking. I'm in the house to have a shower, get changed and supposedly talk to my 'husband'.
I look around the bathroom as the water heats up and the first thing I notice is a 'his' and 'hers' sink/mirror. On the right is his and on the left is apparently mine. I walk over to the 'her' side and I open up the cabinets. I'm instantly greeted with a lot of makeup.
Okay, why does someone need THIS much makeup? Trying to impress someone? Or keep someone happy?
I shake my head and I close the cabinet. I've got no need for any of that shit. I look at myself in the mirror, and I almost jump back. I look horrible. My long, or well I assume long dark brown hair is in a high bun of a mess. It's got a ton of knots in it. The makeup that I am wearing is all smeared and my skin is a little pale.
Steam starts raising from the shower so I turn around from the mirror and I strip out of my clothes and I take my hair out of the high bun it's in. My hair falls over my shoulders, covering my breasts. I walk into the shower and as the hot water hits my apparently aching body, my muscles instantly relax and I close my eyes. I tip my head back, letting the water hit my face. As the water cascades down my body, I lift my head back up and I start looking around for a loofah so I can scrub my body clean of the rain and dirty street water I was laying in, for God knows how long before I finally woke up.
I'm quick to find a purple loofah and judging by the dark blue one that it was next too, I would assume the dark blue is his, unless he likes the colour the purple, then...oh well
. I look around the large shower and I see feminine products on a completely different shelf from where the masculine products are. I grab the feminine body wash and I squirt a little bit onto the purple loofah and I give my body a scrub.
I look down to my feet and there's dirt and...blood going down the drain. Did I get injured? Did he hurt me?
I ignore the dirt and blood and I keep scrubbing away at my body. As I run the loofah over my body, I can't help but think about what my life was like before this weird accident. Was I happy? Was I even married? Do I have kids? Do I want kids? Is my supposed husband even my husband?
I pull the loofah away from my body, and I rinse the bubbles off. My hair clings to my body, but I decide to give it a quick wash. After my hair and body have been washed, I decide to just stay under the hot water for a few more minutes before I turn it off and I walk out of the shower. I wrap a big towel around my body before I start looking over the counter to dry my hair and body.
"We have some clothes for! Opening the door" a voice shouts through the door. Before I could even respond, the door to the bathroom opens and another guy steps in and he places my clothes onto the counter before he grabs my dress and other undergarments before he quickly walks out, closing the door behind him.
I quickly dry myself off before I look through the clothes, looking for some knickers and a bra. Once I find a black car and matching knickers, I put them on before I lift up the pants. It's a pair of light blue skinny jeans. I let out a sigh, secretly wishing I still have my dress.
I spend a good 5 minutes, I know that because I was counting in my head, fighting and struggling to put on these damn skinny jeans. Once the jeans are finally on, I'm breathing quite heavily. Fuck, am I really out of shape? Maybe I should go to the gym. With my struggle with the jeans, I've managed to almost be back into the shower, so I walk back over to the counter and I hold up the shirt. The shirt looks to be like a tight fit. I place it over my head and I stick my arms through before trying to pull it down, almost cutting off my oxygen I swear.
Once the shirt is finally on, I look at myself in the mirror. The shirt is a tightly fitted black shirt with short sleeves. I honestly think the shirt it a little too fitted. I walk back over to the 'her' side of the bathroom and I quickly find myself a hair tie and a hair brush. I quickly brush my hair, letting out all the knots before I put my hair into a high messy bun. Before I leave the bathroom, I wipe my hand over the mirror to give myself one last look of myself.
"What an ugly thing of a wife you are"
I jump at the memory and I squint my eyes. Am I really ugly?
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