“A toothbrush. And…soaps, I guess.”
“Oakley.” I slowly looked up at that tone. Sabastian looked at me, a mix of something filling hisgaze that I couldn’t name. Something that made my stomach swoop. “Those areneeds, sweetheart. If you need those, I’ll get them as soon as you tell me.”
I gulped, dropping my eyes. The toothbrush I had was new since he gave me a new one the night I arrived here with him. But the soaps I used, the ones that Sir forced me to have, were running low. Well, not all of them. Some, though.
“I think I know what we’ll do today,” he sat back and finished with his meal. “We’ll go get the things you need.”
With wide eyes, I looked at him. Did that mean he was taking me out of the house? I’d been so long since I’ve been anywhere other than Sir’s place or here. The few shopping trips were far and in between, so much so I couldn’t remember where anything was.
“I’ll be good.”
Sir’s threats were loud and clear still in my mind. If I talked to anyone, there’d be hell to pay when we got back to the house.
If I looked at another person, Sir would pour bleach into my eyes.
If I ran off, I’d be found and dragged back, where I’d end up tied to the bed for days on end and the monsters would get to play with me however they wanted.
“I don’t know what Donny expected of you, but I can’t get you things if you don’t talk. I know you’ll be a very good boy, but I also like your voice.”
He liked my voice?
Sir hated it. I couldn’t control how I sounded, despite how much I tried.
“And I guess, I’ll just keep showering you with praise.” He winked, standing up while doing so. “Go get a shower in, dear one.”
I nodded, heat filling my cheeks as I quickly scrambled to stand. I grabbed the stuffed animal on my way through the kitchen.
“Don’t run, Oakley.”
Right. Walk.
I slowed, partly so I didn’t get hurt, and partly because I wasn’t sure what’d happen if I didn’t follow his orders.
But the idea of being able to go anywhere made excitement bubble forth.
***
It didn’t take me long to get ready. A quick shower, shaving everything since it’d been a while since I did that, and washing my body. It took longer to blow dry my hair enough so water didn’t drip onto my clean clothes, but the curls would hold up.
I did have to wonder what my hair would look like if it were straight instead of the waves. Sometimes, the strands were wavy, other times they were in spirals. It just depended on how I brushed it and tied it up. If I left it down to dry, the strands were like wide springs, bouncy and soft.
Then, I’d wonder what my mother’s hair looked like. I couldn’t remember much of her.
Taking one last look in the mirror, I straightened out the soft pink skirt. This skirt was one that Sabastian had bought, and I liked the color. It was lightweight enough to not feel heavy like jeans on my skin.
I paired it with one of his long-sleeved shirts, tucking it under the band of the skirt on one side like I’d seen models in magazines do.
I kind of looked pretty. Or as pretty as I could get.
Sir wouldn’t like it.
Would Sabastian like it?
“I have shoes for you. Molly left them here last time she was here.”
I jerked, hitting my elbow on the wall as Sabastian walked into the room. In his hand were a pair of flip-flops, and my eyes didn’t lift farther than that. My heart was trapped in my chest as it pounded away.
What if he hated what I had on? Would he make me change? What if he liked it too much, wanting to stay in and make me do things to me?
