“Uh-uh, go to the gym. I want you to watch.”
I knew he was talking about the mirrored wall, but I asked anyway. “Watch what?”
That was the first blow to my face that night, and the blood from my lip ran down my sky blue dress.
“That!” he demanded and shoved me toward the gym.
I looked around the gym puzzled. The room was empty. The weight bench, the elliptical, the treadmill, it was all gone. Other than the one padded bench, and the small refrigerator in the corner where bottles of water were kept, the room was empty, and I didn’t understand why. I took a towel from a rack in the gym and dabbed it on my already swollen lip, glad that it was still there.
I jumped when I heard the doorknob turn, but it hadn’t turned at all. I was hearing it lock. I walked over to it and sure enough, I was locked in. I didn’t understand that either. All Drew had to do was tell me to stay in there, and I would have. It was just another one of his mind games.
I stood there for probably ten minutes waiting for I didn’t know what. I just knew that his plan wasn’t to lock me in that room and leave me alone. I took a deep breath and walked to the far wall. I slid down the wall and sat on the shiny hardwood flooring.
“Stand up!” I heard him say through an intercom that I didn’t know was there.
Okay. Here we go with the head games.
I stood up but stayed leaning against the wall.
“Walk to the middle of the room and stand in front of the mirror. You need to see what a stupid bitch you are.”
I wanted to yell, fuck you. It was a very strong urge, but I didn’t do it. I walked to the middle of the room and stood in front of the mirror like a proper little submissive.
It must have been fifteen minutes before he spoke again, and that was because I spoke first.
“Can I take off my heels?” I asked to the empty room.
“Did I say you could take off your heels?”
I rolled my eyes and didn’t answer. My feet where killing me and my lower calves were starting to ache.
“You can take off the dress,” he said.
I didn’t want to take off the dress. I wanted to take off the damn shoes. The dress was the only thing that I had on. It was cut low so I couldn’t wear a bra with it, and of course I wasn’t allowed to wear panties. I did as he requested and slid the dress from my shoulders, and down to the floor.
“Turn around,” I heard him say from wherever the hell he was.
I turned a half a turn, and he told me to keep going.
I turned some more and when I stopped he told me to keep turning.
What the fuck.
I was standing naked in the middle of the room wearing three inch stilettos, and he wanted me to play ring around the fucking rosy. I managed to play his stupid game for about fifteen minutes, and I couldn’t do it anymore. My legs felt like jello, and were going to give out. That’s exactly what happened. My ankle twisted, and I went down. I sat on the floor and grabbed my ankle. It hurt so bad. I thought for sure it was broken.
Drew laughed. I slid the heel from my foot and flung it across the room. I didn’t know where the cameras were, but that was what I was aiming for.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” he warned.
I couldn’t help it. I had enough. My ankle hurt. My legs felt like they were going to fall off from prancing around like some idiot for him, and my tongue wouldn’t stay away from my swollen lip.
“Fuck you!” I yelled. I hadn’t said anything remotely close to that since my first week there.
He didn’t say anything. I knew that he would be bursting through the door at any second. I didn’t care. I was pissed.
He didn’t come, and all of a sudden the room went pitch black. That made me supremely happy. The bastard couldn’t see me anymore. I removed the other shoe. My ankle still hurt, but I knew that it wasn’t broken. The lights stayed off for maybe twenty minutes. I slammed my eyes shut all of a sudden at the bright light while my eyes tried adjust to the abrupt brightness.
“Move to the middle of the room,” I heard him say.
I started to stand and then stopped. I didn’t care because it hurt to stand on my ankle.
“Crawl.”
I did as he said, and crawled like an animal back to the center. I sat in the middle of the room waiting for instructions. He didn’t send anymore, and my heart sank when I heard the door being unlocked.
I knew I was in for a night of hell as soon as I saw the look in his eyes and the bag that he carried, at least until he got off anyway.
He stood right in front of me and looked down.
“What did you say to him?” he asked in an angry tone.
“Nothing,” I said, taking my second blow to my face
“You’re a liar. What did you say?”
“He only asked if I was happy and how I was doing. I told him yes that I was happy, and I was doing fine.”
He grabbed my hair and pulled his face close to mine. “What did I tell you before we went there?”