Ever since I regained consciousness 3 days ago, I have sat in the middle of this beautiful and hauntingly large bedroom, the walls a beautiful black color the ceiling seemed unreachable, a beautiful chandelier hanging down from it, tall expensive designed curtains, all the furniture big and adorned with gold , everything looked like it shouldn’t be touched by my fingers even the lamp by my bedside.
The bathroom was not the normal stall sized type I had at home, with a basic WC and shower head which basically always threatened to fall on my head. The bathroom here was bigger than my room at home, it actually made me feel like my room was little.
A shower sat at the corner, with glass doors, it was those expensive types that had buttons and remote thingys on them, I think it has speakers and you could basically play music too while in the shower. There was even a seat, and on an inbuilt shelf, different feminine hygiene product.
There was a jacuzzi , and candles in the cupboard, pads, tampons, and lots of towels, not the scratchy unabsorbable type we had, it was so soft and it dried you up instantly. A huge mirror and drawers and drawers of skin care.
Back to the room, I opened up the closet and I thought I could not be surprised further, there was large walk in closet filled to the brim with clothes, different designers, boots, sneakers, heels, sweaters, dresses, shirts.. most disturbing thing was everything was my size, it felt like the entire room was for…. Me.
Maybe if I didn’t have any problem with being knocked out while walking home and being put in a black van and waking up dressed in an expensive silky pyjamas set In a large room which will either seem like the woman in the room prior to me was coincidentally my size or I got kidnapped by a fucking stalker who has been watching me for a few months.. maybe days regarding how simple and repetitive a day in my life was.
Then I would find this fun exhilarating even, I woke up two days ago , banging on the large wing doors , screaming to be let out.
But I ran out of energy and slid down to the ground, I caught a glimpse of a camera and I ran to it.
“Hey! Weird rich guy! Or lady! Or pervert! If this is some kind of weird little game you are playing, can it end now! You win, let me out, my mom and grandma are gonna be worried!”
“And where the hell is my phone you fucking asshole! I need to call them!”
“Let me out! Oh maybe I’m being rude ”
I got on the bed and smiled sweetly at the camera tilting my head a little.
“Can you please defucken my situation at work, by making me not to lose my three jobs, i won’t tell a soul I promise” I said rather sweetly.
Just then a man in a suit unlocked the door, he looked about 50, his pepper and salt hair, styled in a coiffed manner, a black Armani suit, shiny cuff links, even his shoes showed wealth.
He came in with a tray of food and placed it on a table near the door.
Wait wait.. is my life the weird movie where, I get kidnapped and sold to old rich men.
I without a thought, picked up my flip flops , he smiled and opened his lips to talk.
“Good mor-..” he managed to let out before I ran at him screaming like a crazy lady.
I threw the first one at him which he caught, he didn’t seem phased but I was determined to get out of here, I had a shift by 12 at the mall.
I threw the second one but embarrassingly fell right infront of him.
Then I jumped on him and tried to wrestle him, but he poked me in three different places and I fell to the ground temporarily immobilized.
“He he…hey, you’re not some kind of serial killer are you?”
I couldn’t even move and I have no idea the level of danger I am, so this is the least I could do make a dumb joke.
“No miss Lancaster, I brought you food, i will be ensuring your needs are met till the boss returns, please don’t try to assassinate me with your flip flops im just doing my job”.
“My name is Frederick but you may call me Fred” with that he turned around and made to leave.
” wait what! You aren’t the boss?, wait how long will I be here!, I need to know, my mom and grandma are going to be worried.” I said that part softly.. extremely worried.
“We handled it, they are fine there is no need to worry about them”.
With that he left the room, shutting it , I heard an automatic locking sound and I knew he was gone.
I stayed on the ground for a few more minutes waiting for my body to work.
My tummy rumbled as I laid there I was hungry, my eyes dashed to the food and fruits on the small table.
My legs and hands finally could move, so I crawled towards the table and crossed my legs and opened the plate revealing the most mouth watering breakfast.
Hot dogs, toasts, butter, eggs, beans, fruits, I smiled and ate silently like a little hungry animal.
Days passed and it was the same best believe I fought Fredrick every day.
But today felt different, Fredrick came in, and as I expected I launched into him, he tackled me and dropped off my lunch.
I giggled on the floor as I stood up, Fredrick smiled ” he will be back today”
” oh and in case I didn’t tell you, you’re married “.
He shut the door after he left leaving me stunned , it took the silence of the room for what he just said to render.
” IM MARRIED!?” I yelled
I crashed out for a bit, before I ate and then I went to the bed, eager to know what he looked like.
What if he was short or just looked like Lord farquard from shreck.
I spent my afternoon/ evening day dreaming about what he might look like.
I went in for a bath and I blasted some music in the shower while I sang in the most heinous way to the music while I took a shower.
After my well deserved concert which took a really long time.
I wrapped my towel around me, brushed my teeth and just towel dried my hair.
I stepped out of the bathroom doing a little salsa to imaginary brain music.
” dance much?”
” ahhhhhhhh!” I shrieked and threw my slippers
He dodged it
” your go to protection strategy can’t be to just throw slippers Goldie it doesn’t work”.
I finally met his eyes and GODDAMN HE WAS FOINNEE!
He had jet black hair and cold grey eyes, he looked like he was carved by Greek gods, his bone structure, his lips, eyebrows thick and well carved.
His chest broad and he towered above my small 5 ft 6 self I’m guessing he was about 6 ft 4
And my God did he smell nice and I don’t know what version of 365 days this was but I always begged God that if I was kidnapped , he should better be fine as hell
“Thank you Jesus” I muttered
“Now that you’re back mister kidnapper can I go now” I blinked my lashes at him with a sweet smile exposing my teeth and dimples.
” mister kidnapper ?”
“You did kidnap me dear sir, so yeah, when can I leave?”
” you can’t.. we are married” he said his face still cold and straight.
I laughed “yeah Fred mentioned, unfortunately I am not married to you so can I go?”
He pinched between the bridge of his nose and sighed.