Page 10 of The Veil

Slowly, I pivoted around to face him with arched eyebrows. His expression hardened as he grimaced in my direction once again. It was almost as if his words carried little to no influence. Still, he was attempting to appear threatening to me. I pursed my lips, growing impatient with the entire procedure.

“And also armed security in various posts on property, inside and out,” he conveyed, trying to threaten me a bit more.

I must have had a strange look on my face by this point, because he broke the tough guy act briefly, smiling amiably, “You are safe here, so don't worry.” Dropping his arms to his side, he sighed, then gestured to the air in front of him. “My boss means you no harm, and eventually you will come to learn that.”

Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply, accepting whatever fate had to offer me. ”Will I see him tonight?”

“No ma'am, he was called into a late meeting,” he blustered as he strode toward the door, “but you will meet him in the morning.”

Without saying another word, he stepped out of the room, closing the doors together. I was left alone in my thoughts. Creeping around the room, I ran my fingers over the furniture and curtains, processing what was going on.

I could not wrap my head around any of this. It seemed like a joke, a sick joke. Forty-eight hours ago, I was being screamed at then fired by Jesse. Now, I was standing in the middle of a mansion bedroom, in the house of a stranger who bought my virginity for one million dollars. Fear, confusion, anger, and a slight tinge of amusement filled my mind. No one would ever believe this happened even if I managed to escape. These things did not happen in real life.

I suddenly recalled the man mentioning the closet. Temporarily forgetting that I was in a stranger's home, I breezed through the room, wanting to get a closer look at what had been offered to me. There was no way anything would be in my size. How could anyone know this before I even moved into the home. Entering the room, I gasped as my eyes trailed over every inch of the first space in the closet. It was meticulously organized with dresses, tops, pants, and skirts.

Cautiously, I crept closer, noticing the tags were still on every item. Trailing my fingertips through them, I read the sizes, confirming they were all indeed, made to fit my frame. Then, it occurred to me, that maybe this man preferred a certain body type and I was reading too much into this.

An open door across the closet captured my attention. I meandered through it into another section. My mouth fell agape as I took in the sight before me. It was a special room dedicated to shoes, handbags, belts, everything I could ever want to go with the perfect outfit.

I exited the closet in disbelief, sauntering to the dresser. Yanking the drawers open, I discovered a surprise. A strange feeling overwhelmed me as I was greeted with lots of revealing panties, bras, and pajamas. That is when I remembered why I was here. Sighing, I gently closed the drawers and fell onto one of the couches in the middle of the room. Taking a deep breath, I gazed at the ceiling, wondering if this would be the way I perished.

From a visual aspect, this place was remarkable. Anyone in my situation would have enjoyed this if it had not been for a contract promising sex to a stranger. Sitting up, I threw my palms onto my face, groaning. So far, I was unharmed, but I would not let my guard down. This would all be over the minute I gave up my virginity to the man who bought me. I decided that I would relax tonight, as much as one could in this position. The man told me I would not meet his boss tonight, so that gave me a little time to calm myself down.

Entering the bathroom, I trudged to the luxurious clawfoot bathtub in the middle of the room, filling it up with water as hot as my body could stand. Undressing hastily, I stepped into the tub. Sliding my body down the edge, I rested my head against the back, closing my eyes. Now, my body was beginning to relax, but my brain started overthinking everything once again.

What was happening? How did I get into this situation? As relaxed as I was, I wanted to murder my best friend. How dare she practically sell me?! Why did she think that was a great idea? Yes, I needed money. God knows, I needed money badly. I officially had no income now.

I started to reflect on the night, realizing I never looked at how much I would receive for this transaction that I was a part of. Here I was, soaking in a tub that was not mine, having just had my body sold to some strange man. Why did he even want me out of all the women who stood on that stage? The buyer had not revealed himself to me just yet. What if he was the face for the operation? The real guy was possibly disgusting and forty years older than me. For the first time, I stopped myself from having those sorts of thoughts. I would end up driving myself insane.

After a while, I started to prune up so decided to get out and try to sleep. I picked up my soft, oversized towel, drying off. Wrapping it around my body, I moped into the bedroom. Remembering that there were only sexy things to sleep in, I smiled. I did love pretty lingerie, though I had never had the chance to wear it for anyone.

As I rummaged through the drawers, I pulled a few pieces out for inspection, wondering how anyone was supposed to sleep in it. Some of them had so many ties and strings. I snorted as I envisioned myself waking up being strangled by my own lingerie. I hastily shoved it all back in the drawer, slamming it closed before opening the underwear drawer. I dug out a black lace thong from a pile of panties. This was more what I was used to, so I slipped it on then opened a final drawer. There were some small, cute tank tops neatly folded, so I slipped one on. Shuffling to the bed, I fell onto it with my arms and legs out, exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster this night had been. I felt like I could sleep for days.

“He will see you now,” a mature female’s voice greeted me in a cheerful tone.

For a moment, I forgot where I was as I peeked out from behind my sleepy eyelids. I flinched when I saw a woman standing over my bed, peering down at me as if she had been watching me sleep for hours.

Slowly, I opened my eyes wider when I realized I was not at home. This was not a dream. The woman smiled as she stood, waiting patiently for me to rise. She wore a black and white dress with grey hair twisted into a bun. She appeared friendly, yet I did not trust anyone at the moment.

I rubbed my eyelids as I yawned. “Morning,” I squeaked.

“Good morning, Miss.”

Sitting up slowly, I pushed the blankets back while she assisted me. Neatly, she began making my bed as soon as my feet hit the floor. I trudged into the bathroom, still groggy. I had not been awake long enough to panic just yet, but I was certain it would kick in any moment.

She called out to the bathroom, “I must go over the rules with you before you see him.”

“Okay just a second,” I shouted back to her.

I took a quick shower so I could at the very least, make myself fully presentable. Wrapping myself in a towel, I returned to the bedroom, my nervousness building. While I was in the bathroom, she had laid clothes out for me on the bed. I noticed a strange black lacey piece of fabric next to my outfit.

Getting dressed, I ignored it for the time being. However, once I was ready, I picked it up, inspecting the lacey fabric. I traced the outline of the cloth with my fingers. It was a nearly translucent blindfold with long, black ribbons dangling from either side. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words would leave my lips.A blindfold? I asked myself.

“You must wear that whenever you are in the presence of him.”

I held the fabric out toward her, muttering, “It goes over my eyes, right?”

She gently took it from my hands as she stepped behind me, reaching around the front of my face. Securely, she placed it against my head, tying it.

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