He held something in his hand, studying it. He threw it down on the table.
“get dressed.” He sighed. He directed his gaze to me. I threw him a look of confusion.
“Get dressed.” he repeated losing patience.
He always layed out what he wanted me to wear on my bed.
I nodded and walked up the stairs.
Lying on my bed was a red velvet gown, and an array of cosmetics.
He wanted me to look nice.
I put on the dress, and applied the color lipstick, eyeshadow, and eyeliner he’de chosen for me.
I went back down to show him that I’de done as he’s asked.
he walked over and looked me up and down. very nice he said absentmindedly.
“One more thing.”
He said looking forward, seizing my arm.
He thrust a thick silver chain on my wrist, and tightened it. He fastened it to his belt. He was wearing me like jewelry.
“Did you really think I trusted you enough to let you out without safety measures?”
he asked with a menacing grin.