Immediately after the last events
I feel something run down my nose, so I remove my hands from my stomach and I wipe my nose. I look up to him, and he's not even looking at me. So he didn't see me grab my stomach.
"Get off the floor. Clean your face and put on a dress and makeup. We have somewhere to go in one hour. Hurry up" he says, still with his back to me. I slowly stand up and I walk over to the door and I open it. I close the door behind me and walking up the stairs is one of the guys from before.
"Everything okay?" he quietly asks. I shake my head no and he notices my bleeding nose. "Come with me"
I feel safe and like I can really trust this man. There's something familiar about this stranger and I feel like I can talk to him about anything and everything.
He leads me back towards the bathroom and he carefully guides me to the toilet. He quickly puts the lid down just before I sit down and I watch as he moves about the bathroom, trying to find something. I stare at the back of his head, and there's something real familiar about him.
He quickly moves about the bathroom, grabbing a hand towel and he wets it. He walks over to me and I don't move away from him. He squats down in front of me and he slowly brings the towel up to my nose and he gently, ever so gently wipes the blood away from my nose. Neither of us say anything as he wipes away my blood. I keep my hands in my lap, but I feel the urge to lift my hands up and cup his face, I'm even tempted to take off his sunglasses just so I can see his eyes.
"You always were so clumsy" he mutters to himself, but I hear what he said. I don't say anything to let him know that I heard him, instead I just wait for him to finish wiping my nose and once he's done, he stands up and walks over to the 'her' side and he opens the cabinets. He pulls out a few of the brand new makeup. He places it all on the counter before he walks out and after a few seconds, he comes back in with a black dress and 6 inch black heels.
"Thank you" I quietly tell him. He smiles a little before walking out, but not before turning back around to stare at me for a few extra long seconds before he closes the door behind him, leaving me in the bathroom.
So, what's the point of giving my SKINNY JEANS that took me 5 MINUTES to put on, just to give me a dress to change into!? I think to myself.
I let out a sigh before I take off my shirt and I fold it neatly before placing it on the counter, doing the same with the skinny jeans (which by the way, took another 5 minutes to get off). I'm now left standing in my bra and underwear, so I look up into the mirror and I let out a gasp. I look super horrible. But why haven't I felt all this pain before? And why did I never notice it when I went for a shower!?
From my stomach down to the left side of my leg is a massive bruise. Along the left side of the leg, besides the bruise, I've got 3 massive cuts running down my leg. So that's why my leg was sore last night...or yesterday....What is the damn time!?
My body is covered in bruises and cuts. I take a step closer to the mirror and I look at myself closer. My face has a few small cuts along both my cheeks, my neck has a large hand print/bruise around my neck. I half turn around to have a look at my back, and it's just as bad. All down my back is a massive bruise that looks to be from an person.
"Almost ready?" the nice guard asks through the door.
"I need a minute" I say back. I quickly grab the dress and I place it over my head, putting my arms through the arm holes and I pull it down. The dress is tight around my waist, causing the bruises to finally kick in the pain. I let out a painful hiss, but I ignore it.
Once the dress is on, uncomfortablely might I add, I also quickly put on some makeup. I do a quick but simple natural makeup look, trying to not to go too crazy, but the only crazy part of my makeup look seems to be my bright red lips. I pack all the makeup up before placing them on top of each other and I put them back into the cabinets.
I look at myself in the mirror again and I did an okay job with covering the bruises and small cuts. I look down to the dress and I notice that it perfect covers all my bruises and cuts. Though, some of the fabric lightly brushes pasts the cuts and its extremely painful.
I wipe my hands down the front of my dress before I grab the shoes and I put them on. The shoes give me a bit of extra height, but none of this feels right. I look at my hair and it's a mess. I quickly try to find a hair brush and when I do, I give it a quick brush before pushing it back, making sure it covers as much of my bruises as possible. Though, I doubt my 'husband' will let anyone see them. Who knows, he might give me a coat or something to cover up.
I turn to face the door and before I get a repeat of last time, I call out, hopeful that the nice guard is still standing there.
"I'm ready"
The door open and standing there is the nice guard.
"Follow me please" he softly says. I quickly step behind him and as I walk out the bathroom, I get hit with a slightly familiar scent...a scent that makes me want to throw up.107Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrZgjkLzKsV
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