Ohhh.
So it was her he wasn’t into. Wow. The hits kept on coming.
This was good, though.
She needed him to push her away because she was developing some weird sort of Stockholm Syndrome interest in him.
You’d have thought it would take days or weeks to develop. Not less than an hour.
Instead of doing as she was told, she limped over to the closet. Why hadn’t she thought of looking in here before?
Opening it, her mouth dropped open in shock.
In one half the closet, hanging up, were a variety of pretty dresses and onesies. The dresses had frills and lace, there was even a ballerina dress which she actually loved. Angie had always loved dancing even though she hadn’t done it in a long time.
She drew open the drawers and checked what was inside. Was he . . . had he done all of this? But why? What did he want?
Inside the drawers were comfortable-looking pajamas. Panties in pale pink and blue. Along with a couple of sweaters. One was fluffy and pale blue. The other was white with a whale swimming on the front.
Then she moved to the large plastic containers on the floor of the closet. They didn’t hold clothes but coloring pens and books.Packets of colored clay. She started pulling everything out. There were a couple of small dolls with bags of clothes and hairbrushes for them. There was even a toy truck and digger.
This was . . . what was this?
The other side of the closet was very different. It held jeans and pants. A couple of conservative shirts and a long dress. The drawers all held bras and panties in her size.
There was more clothing in this closet than she owned.
Was this for her?
Or did he regularly kidnap women?
Well, she wouldn’t put it past him. But were all of those women Littles?
“I thought I told you to keep off your foot,” he said.
She spun, wincing as her toe protested, watching him warily as he entered the room.
“What is this?” she asked, gesturing to the closet.
“Some things for you,” he said.
“Are you . . . are you mocking me?”
He tilted his head to the side and gave her a shocked look.
Okay, it was an inch and he was probably stretching out his neck. And the shocked look was more like an eye twitch that was probably a spasm.
“Mocking you? How would I be mocking you?”
“With the . . . with this stuff . . .” she waved her hand at the side of the closet with Little stuff in it.
“I don’t understand how that would be mocking you. You’re a Little, right?”
“I guess so. I was. I don’t know anymore.” She closed the door and limped back to the bed, wanting to get away from temptation. There was no way that she would ever be able to let her Little free while trapped in this room.
Well, you were sucking your fingers before.
Yeah, but she hadn’t exactly been aware of that at the time. It wasn’t like her Little side had been around much. It had felt strange trying to engage that side of herself while at the compound, surrounded by others.
