15. Good Girl

Fifteen

Good Girl

I fight the urge to recoil from his touch. Instead, I plaster a fake smile on my face and nod my head, playing the part of the submissive captive to the best of my ability. Marklov finishes and pulls away, zipping up his pants. He looks at me, his expression unreadable. "You're mine now, Little Sinister," he says.

"You'll never leave me again. You need to realize that, the sooner you do the better off you will be, I will forget that you asked such a thing and I will treat you to food and water, put this on" He picks up a robe and gives me a look that makes my mind obey his every order instantly.

He walks across the bathroom leaving me standing there and knocks three times on the door to let the guard on the outside know that he has finished up. "Get her dressed and bring her up for dinner, keep a close eye on her, if she tries any dumb shit let me know," He told the guard.

"Yes boss, you got it," the guard said as he nodded his head with confirmation. I stood there awaiting my next order and instructions on what to do next. I take my robe and wipe off the blood dripping down from my busted lip. If I get out of here alive, I will reinforce my promise to myself. His head will be mine.

"Let's go" The guard walks in and grabs my arm lightly giving me a sense of relief. He guides me out of the bathroom and down the hallway, panic sets in as we near the room I was captive in.

A few doors down from where I was before, he stops and opens a different door. I hesitate as he gestures for me to enter, my heart pounding in my chest. This room is a major difference from the last one. As I step inside, I immediately notice the white walls, which give the space a sterile, almost clinical feel. An actual bed replaces the cold, hard surface I was used to, and the ceiling is much higher, making the room feel less confining. The atmosphere is entirely different, almost unsettling in its normalcy compared to the previous space.

I turn to look at the guard. "Just wait here and someone will be in shortly to prepare you for dinner," he said. He then let himself out, closing and latching the door from the outside. I stood there for a moment, taking in the quiet of the room.

The air felt thick with anticipation, and the silence was almost deafening. I walked over to the bed, rubbing the comforter, wondering what awaited me next. The room, though somewhat homily, felt like a gilded cage, and I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.

As the minutes ticked by, I started to feel more restless. The room seemed to close in around me, and the anticipation of what was to come gnawed at my nerves. Suddenly, I heard a faint noise outside the door. My heart raced as the latch clicked, and the door slowly creaked open. A woman stepped into the room, her demeanor calm and professional.

"Good evening," she said softly, carrying a tray with various items. "I'm here to prepare you for dinner." She set the tray down and began to lay out a beautiful dress, along with an array of makeup and hair tools. She moved with practiced ease, helping me into the dress, styling my hair, and applying makeup with a deft hand. As she was putting makeup on me she noticed my busted lip, she gave me a sad look and I turned my eyes away from hers, embarrassed.

As she worked, she spoke in soothing tones, explaining the evening's plans. "You'll be dining upstairs with your master," she said, her voice a gentle murmur.

When she finished, she stepped back to admire her work, giving a satisfied nod. "I am not supposed to do this but I want you to admire your own beauty even if it is for a brief second." She reaches into her fanny pack and pulls out a miniature mirror. "Thank…thank you" I replied to her generosity.

She gave me a sideways smile showing me that she felt pity for me before taking my hand and leading me to the door. The anticipation of what awaited me upstairs was almost overwhelming causing my bottom lip to tremble. But I am starving and know in order to stay alive and gain my health back I need to eat and hydrate.

The guard looked at me, and he even took a double take, quickly aiming his eyes down to the floor, probably in hopes that I didn't see him. I did see him; I could use that later if I needed to as leverage. As the guard motioned for me to move forward, I felt a mixture of trepidation and anticipation welling within me.

I took slow and cautious steps so that I did not rush myself. When I stepped out of the room another guard was waiting for me. If this were any other scenario I would be down for the two against one throw down, but I am not. I am just a woman who is being held against her will by a man she promised death to.

The walls and lights were not nearly as bright as they were when I first stepped out of that appalling room that I was in. I just want to get this over with, I need rest. The guards are men of little words, remaining silent as they walk me down the wall and to a staircase that was dimly lit. I was positioned in between the both of them and was thinking of every way that I could kill them both without alarming anyone else.

Neither of them has any guns on them, at least not anywhere that I can see. Or any weapon at that. But I am already at a disadvantage, if only I had my bayonet on me I'd paint the walls red. The guards flanked me on either side, their imposing figures casting long shadows on the dimly lit hallway.

Their faces were stern and emotionless, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside me. Each step we took echoed ominously, the sound bouncing off the cold, white walls. The stairs loomed ahead, a winding path that seemed to stretch into the unknown.

If I could I would start by using all of my weight and bombarding one of them against the walls making them take a tumble down the stairs and more than likely breaking their necks, the other I would have to do some hand-to-hand combat but my body is too weak to even walk completely up these stairs.

We are not even halfway up and my legs are trembling like they are about to giveaway underneath me. "Fuckin' hell" I accidentally let out. "No talking, it is your master's orders and I don't think he will take kindly to his pet talking with such a dirty vocabulary" What the actual fuck? I can't even talk in this hell hole? Or cuss? Where the hell am I? A brutal church camp where the father takes advantage of the weak.

"Oh forgive me Father for I have sinned, I killed many men because you beat me and my mother senseless when I was a child and molested me when you were left home alone with me." I thought to myself. Fuck him, he is a pathetic excuse for the human race.