𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 [18+]

13: Baited

Trigger warning

Time seemed to flow rapidly as the dreaded evening approached. I hated it. I hated feeling like this.

My nervousness grew into a giant ball of tension by the afternoon. Every single nerve of my body came alive, reminding me of the numb pain that I still bore from the lash marks. I didn't want to feel, I wanted to shut everything down, but my body didn't pay heed to me.

"You look graceful dear!" Lindy exclaimed giddily as she crafted my messy hair into a neat, classy looking bun.

Did she know Marienne's purpose of taking me out?

I highly doubted that.

After a lot of coaxing, I let the older maid adorn me with whatever Marienne had brought for me. I took a shower, wore the dress and now, Lindy was caparisoning my face with make up products she had.

I could only hope that he was bluffing when he was talking about-

He wouldn't stoop so low right?

The mentioned dress was actually found in the chanel bag. I internally thanked god that it wasn't found in the Victoria's Secret one. But my gratefulness didn't last.

When I endued the blood red dress on my form, I was quite flabbergasted at it's provocativeness. It was a bit too controversial for my taste.

The dress fit my petite form like a second skin. My back was exposed, revealing the whip marks and the bandages. I didn't have that much of a cleavege thanks to my anorexic tendencies, Thanks to the dress, my racks looked much more voluptuos.

I didn't have a flat stomach. In fact, I didn't even have a stomach. It was like a layer of sad skin over my intestines. It was there because it had to be there.

So, I was quite shocked at the dress's fine fitting. It didn't make me look like a pathetic, broken stick. It also had a deep v neck, which stopped at my abdomen. There was also a halt at the side of it, so, my right leg was pretty much exposed.

I felt really uncomfortable in it. It's not like I hated wearing revealing clothes, I wore it sometimes but this dress was downright scandalous.

There's a difference between dressing yourself classily, showing enough and exposing yourself sultrily. I was exposed sultrily and I didn't like it. Not one bit.

My gut churned when I remembered the whip marks.

My back is exposed!

Peeking at the mirror, I saw the tattered girl that I had grown accustomed to, stare back at me. I could see the effort that was put into her makeup just to make her look presentable. I could see the hideous blue skin peeking from under the layer of cosmetics. I saw the whip marks on her exposed shoulders, making her look more broken.

The makeup and the beautiful look on her face opposed the condition of her everything.

Everything seems so fake.....

It was, as if, I was a broken doll, tidied up to get used again.

But how can a broken doll get broken again? Would he shatter me into pieces this time? Until there's no existance of me?

"All done!" Lindy exclaimed with joy, "I can't believe monsieur is finally treating you better!"

I frowned my brows as I asked, "Do you know where am I going?"

Lindy's smiled brightened up more if that was even possible as she said, "Yes! He's taking you to his restaurant to eat!"

So she didn't know.....