I was staying right here. He didn’t know I was here. I bet, he said the same thing in each room, and probably put up more cameras so he’d be alerted to when I moved.
I would deserve whatever punishment he’d give me, but I wasn’t ready for that yet.
***
Sometime later, having dozed on and off for who knows how long, there was movement in the bedroom. Sounds like things were being dragged around.
Had the monsters come out already? Was it dark outside? But more importantly, did Sabastian really give up that easily on finding me?
I wasn’t surprised. No one cared about my wellbeing. No one cared about me, period.
Why would they? I was just a plaything to men.
Sniffing, and halfway wishing I had snuck out to grab that pacifier, I stuck my other thumb into my mouth instead. It wasn’t right, feeling weird at the angle, but it’d have to do.
My stomach growled, reminding me that I missed breakfast, and possibly dinner. But still, there was no way I was moving out of my hiding place. Because if it was dark outside, and the monsters came in, I would be a goner.
Moving just a little bit so I could maybe possibly see through the cracked closet door, a light streamed in. I couldn’t tell if it was from the sun or the light, but it didn’t really matter.
I held my breath when a shadow passed the door, taking away the light for a single moment.
“I wonder what color Oakley would like better? Keep it green, or let him pick out what bedding he’d want. Maybe blue, or even pink, would be better.”
Sabastian had to be talking to someone, because it certainly wasn’t me. I didn’t care what color anything was. For all I cared, it could be the ugliest yellow on earth and I’d wear whatever he’d demand me to wear.
“I’ll keep it green for now, since I really don’t want to go to the store right now,” he went on. “Although, that’ll have to happen in the next couple of days. This room needs more things.”
What was he talking about? As far as I could tell, this room wasn’t used for anything. And certainly not a spot I should be in.
“Oh, I have to remember to clean the bathtub, too.”
My heart sunk at that. Baths didn’t end well. Sir had pushed my head under the water too many times, and then eventually he no longer allowed me to take them because Icouldn’t breathewhen he bathed me.
Of course I couldn’t breathe when he’d try to drown me.
Showers were good enough. I could get myself clean just fine. I could keep my body parts shaved, too, when I grew too much hair. Not that I had much to grow anyways. But Sir didn’t like hair, and he said other‘s wouldn’t either.
Scratching at my scalp, the bean bag slightly fell off of me, and I was quick to fix it. But that meant I moved enough to draw attention to exactly where I was.
Sabastian paused, listening, but then went back to whatever he was doing. There were more sounds. Drawers opened, then closed. Something clanking around.
Was he putting a chain in here, too, to hold me captive so I couldn’t snoop around his room? Was he going to keep me locked up in this room day and night?
While that thought wasn’t horrible, because I was used to being in only one room anyway, I didn’t want that. I didn’t knowwhatI wanted.
Sniffing, I shuffled backwards until I felt the wall behind me. I pressed as close to it as possible, making sure I was hidden still. I could see out the door a bit better, too, at least.
A dresser that was no longer bare, a few stuffed animals sat on the top.
“Opps,” Sabastian spoke, dropping something in my line of sight. It landed on the carpet, light against the dark.
My eyes widen, but I didn’t move.
There was no freaking way.
“Well, it’s dirty now. I’ll just shove it in here for now.” The side of his foot scooted the pacifier into the closet. I couldn’t reach it from where I was, but there was no doubt left that he knew where I was.
I wanted to cry, and smile. But the tears won, and I refused to move.
