Oblivious to the unknown,
She quickly hides the phone and purse beneath the covers of the bed which afterwards came a loud bang.. BANG!
The door had been bursted open, and "The Boss" happens to be the one standing in the doorway,
his face twisted in rage. "So, you thought you could run away from me?" he thunders, his voice echoing off the walls.
She cowers, fear etched on her face. "I...I wasn't trying to run away," she stammers.
The Boss storms towards her, his eyes blazing. He grabs her arm, his grip like a vice. "Don't lie to me!" he bellows, his face inches from hers.
He roughly scans her body, his hands roaming over her arms, neck, and face. "You're lucky you're unharmed," he growls, his voice dripping with menace. "The next time you try this again, I wouldn't spare you."
Tears well up in her eyes as she tries to process the emotional and physical rough-handling she's been experiencing, for what feels like an eternity.
The Boss's expression softens for a fleeting moment as he sees her break down. But he quickly masks his emotions, his face hardening into a scowl. "Get your moving, we're leaving," he barks, his voice dripping with disdain.
She nods, still sniffling, as she quickly begins to head for the door, The Boss yanks her arm, pulling her out of the house.
As they step outside, she's greeted by the sleek, modern car parked outside, The vehicle looks expensive, its sleek design and gleaming paint job radiating luxury.
The Boss opens the door, gesturing for her to get in. She hesitates for a moment, unsure of what lies ahead, before sliding into the passenger seat.
As they drive away, she can't help but wonder what her fate holds. The Boss's anger and rough-handling have left her shaken, and she's unsure if she'll ever be able to escape his grasp.
**narrative switched to "I"**
As we drive down the winding road, the rural landscape unfolds before me like a canvas of gold and green. Rolling hills stretch as far as the eye can see, dotted with farmhouses and barns that seem to blend seamlessly into the surroundings. The air is crisp and clean, filled with the sweet scent of blooming wildflowers.
I gaze out the window, mesmerized by the patchwork of fields and forests. I have no idea what crops are being cultivated, but the sheer beauty of the landscape is soothing. The dawn sun casts a warm glow over everything, making me feel a sense of serenity wash over me.
As the silence between us stretches on, I finally summon up the courage to speak. "Where are we going?" I ask, trying to sound calm.
But instead of answering, he fires off a question of his own. "Whose clothes are you wearing? Where are your clothes?" he growls, his jaw clenched and his eyes fixed on the road.
I stutter, taken aback by the sudden interrogation. "I...I...they got wet."
He gives me a sharp look, his eyes narrowing. "Wet?" he repeats, his tone incredulous.
I sigh, feeling a weariness wash over me. "It was raining when I left the house...so he gave me his clothes."
He glances at me again, his expression unreadable. "Who is he?" he demands.
I hesitate, unsure of how much to reveal. "I...I don't know his name," I say finally, trying to sound firm.
He mocks me, his voice dripping with disdain. "You don't know his name?"
The rest of the journey passes in silence, the tension between us palpable. Finally, we drive into town, and I feel a sense of relief wash over me. The streets are lined with tall buildings and bustling shops, the sound of car horns and chatter filling the air.
We pull up in front of a fashionable boutique, the sign above the door reading "La Vie En Rose". He parks the car and steps out, his expression still stern. "Stay in," he orders. "I'll be back."
I watch as he disappears into the boutique, feeling a sense of desperation wash over me. I try the door handles, but they're all locked. I'm trapped.
As the minutes tick by, I feel my eyelids growing heavy. Despite the uncertainty and fear that's been gripping me, I finally succumb to exhaustion and fall asleep.
************
As my eyelids flicker open, I'm met with an intense stare that makes me jolt upright. My heart racing, I feel like I've been caught off guard, my vulnerability exposed. I try to compose myself, wondering how long he's been watching me. Has he been staring at me the entire time? I feel a flush rise to my cheeks as I imagine myself drooling or making some other embarrassing expression.
He hands me a luxurious, brown gown made of the finest silk. The fabric feels exquisite to the touch, smooth and luscious.
"Go to the back seat and wear this," he instructs, his eyes never leaving mine.
I step out of the car, feeling his gaze follow me as I walk to the back seat. As I change into the gown, I catch his eye through the car mirror, which send a shiver down my spine.
The gown is well-patterned, with arm-length hands that drape elegantly down my sides.
The gown fits me perfectly, hugging my torso and flaring out slightly at the hips, the silky fabric seems to flow effortlessly down my body, stopping just above the middle of my thighs.
The short length makes me feel a little bit exposed,
Don't get me wrong,
I'm 22 years old, I'm not innocent, I have been in a one time relationship, so yeah I am experienced in that aspect,
But this intense aura exhuming from this man seated in this car with me, makes me feel some what exposed all the time.
As I return to the front seat, he can't take his eyes off me. I feel like I'm on display, his gaze roaming over every inch of my body. He hands me a pair of black, glittering low-pump shoes that match the gown perfectly. The footwear is exquisite, with intricate details that catch the light.
I take the shoes, feeling a sense of trepidation. As I put them on, I notice him watching me, his eyes fixed on my every move. I nervously fumble with the clothes I had on earlier, now balled up on my lap.
"Can I have it?" he asks, his eyes darting to the clothes.
I hand them over, and with a swift motion, he tosses them into a nearby trash can. "That's where it belongs," he growls, his jaw clenched. "No more running off to wear men's clothes."
His anger is palpable, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. I realize I'm trapped, with no escape from this man and his unpredictable moods.