Chapter Five
Maeve
My captor took me on a surprise shopping trip.I had not expected him to offer me such luxury.My wardrobe was completely full.I didn’t need to go shopping, and I happened to hate shopping.However, he insisted, and I wanted to know his name.No one would tell me his name.
I had no idea what to call him.My captor?My beast?My savior?I didn’t know how to refer to him.
The assistant at the shop didn’t help either.There was no introduction, although they did embrace as if they were friends ...or were they lovers? I found myself angry and jealous, which was so stupid.This man meant nothing to me, and yet a stranger clearly knew his name and hugged him.Did they have sex?I’d never been jealous of anyone in my life.I didn’t even know that emotion could exist in me, yet that was exactly how I felt.
That swirling pit of despair was not going away.I felt sick to my stomach as I was escorted to the dressing rooms.Of course, it had to be a luxury suite, with a nice sofa for my whatever-the-fuck-he-was to sit and enjoy refreshments while I waited for the assistant to bring the clothes I had chosen.My owner had also chosen outfits.
“You’re angry,” he said.
“I’m not.”My arms were folded beneath my breasts, and I had a feeling there was a glare across my brows.Maybe I was a little angry.
He was nice to everyone!How was that supposed to make me feel good?Sure, I’d been dancing on that high of him removing my family from the restaurant but that had been days ago.Right now, I was so ...hurt.
Had he been with other women?Why did I even care?Did I want him to myself?
I didn’t even know his name!
He chuckled.
“Is she an old lover?”I asked, and the moment I did, I hated myself.
This was not going the way I had hoped.
“You think the shopping assistant is a lover?”
“Well, is she?”I asked.
“Would that bother you?”
I wanted to tell him no, that he could fuck who he liked, but that would be a lie.I happened to hate lying.I know, I know, I’m not exactly in the best position of my life, which was literally in his hands.I should have no trouble with lying, but it didn’t feel right to me.Lying was not good for the soul.
“Yes!”I hated that I had to admit it.This was all messed up.
He sat there, and I couldn’t tell if I had surprised him or not.It didn’t matter, because Miss Flirty arrived with a long rack of outfits.Turning on my heel, I grabbed the first one off the rack and stormed into the dressing room.I didn’t stare at my reflection, because I didn’t want to see the truth staring back at me.
I changed quickly, and I hated that the first outfit I tried on was a pair of slacks, a shirt, and a jacket, actually the one he had chosen.One glance in the mirror without looking at my reflection, and I liked it.
This was not going well.He clearly had good taste, and this was going to get worse.
As I stepped out of the dressing room for him to look, he clicked his fingers.Some of the outfits he chose he didn’t like, and a few others were really nice.He did agree to all of mine.
At some point, the assistant asked to speak to him in private.This made me feel even worse.Were they about to go and have sex?
I stared at my reflection.I was not perfect, I had always been on the larger side, and now as I looked at myself, I wondered if he even liked curvy girls.My hips are wide, I have a small waist, and my thighs are full, with a few bits of cellulite.
I probably should be more self-conscious, but perhaps that is due to living for the past five years with the knowledge that my life didn’t matter.My family didn’t love me.They had me for the sole purpose of paying a debt.I had large tits, and I had cut my hair so it landed at my shoulders.
As I stare at my reflection, the curtain opens, and I spin around in shock as a man I had never seen before comes in for the attack.
I’d taken defense lessons and they come in handy, as I read his body language a second before he attacked, and I was able to dodge him at first.I had never seen this man before.He punched me in the stomach, winding me, and I tried to stay upright, but he slapped me around the face so hard that I saw stars.
This was not good.Did my captor want me dead, just not at his hands?
Within seconds, my attacker’s hands wrap around my windpipe.I grab at his arms, but I’m no match for him.I’m flailing around, doing everything defense tells us not to do, and I know I am going to die.This is the moment it all ends.
