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Dancing with a Sadist.
#WritcoStoryChallenge
The opening of the main door shakes me awake. The clicking of his footwear is what got me aware that he is coming.
Seconds pass before he opens the door of a dark room he placed me in and forces me to call it my ' new home'.
"Come on, beauty. I hope you did not forget about our dance classes..." His deep voice resonates in my head, it causes shivers to coarse up and down my spine as goosebumps merge on my skin. I think it is safe to say that I fear this administrative man. But it is also something about his dominance that makes me feel something so foreign...
"Get into your feet, I'm sure you don't want me replaying what happened last night, do you?". His calm roar got the best of me and I another wave of goosebumps rush through me.
"No... Please, no..." I beg him, immediately getting myself up onto my legs. I quickly walk over towards him.
"There we go..." He whispers harshly into my ear before getting a tight grip of my shoulder.
I feel him lead me out of the room and into a hallway. Even though the lights are not strong, I am still forced to squint my eyes before I got used to the light exposure.
His house looks very old style. Wooden floors and peeling wallpaper dominate and portray the house's eerie feeling, the dim lighting is only boosting the feeling of old. It feels like I am in the 20th century, not the 21st.
It looks like theme of this man's life is the 1920s. He is forcing me to wear old-fashioned flower dresses and heeled shoes. Although the outfit is pretty, it very uncomfortable to wear.
He is wearing an old-style, black suit and his feet are covered by a pair of leather shoes. The only modern thing about him is the fragrances he owns. His strong, masculine colognes truly show who here has control...
The opening of the main door shakes me awake. The clicking of his footwear is what got me aware that he is coming.
Seconds pass before he opens the door of a dark room he placed me in and forces me to call it my ' new home'.
"Come on, beauty. I hope you did not forget about our dance classes..." His deep voice resonates in my head, it causes shivers to coarse up and down my spine as goosebumps merge on my skin. I think it is safe to say that I fear this administrative man. But it is also something about his dominance that makes me feel something so foreign...
"Get into your feet, I'm sure you don't want me replaying what happened last night, do you?". His calm roar got the best of me and I another wave of goosebumps rush through me.
"No... Please, no..." I beg him, immediately getting myself up onto my legs. I quickly walk over towards him.
"There we go..." He whispers harshly into my ear before getting a tight grip of my shoulder.
I feel him lead me out of the room and into a hallway. Even though the lights are not strong, I am still forced to squint my eyes before I got used to the light exposure.
His house looks very old style. Wooden floors and peeling wallpaper dominate and portray the house's eerie feeling, the dim lighting is only boosting the feeling of old. It feels like I am in the 20th century, not the 21st.
It looks like theme of this man's life is the 1920s. He is forcing me to wear old-fashioned flower dresses and heeled shoes. Although the outfit is pretty, it very uncomfortable to wear.
He is wearing an old-style, black suit and his feet are covered by a pair of leather shoes. The only modern thing about him is the fragrances he owns. His strong, masculine colognes truly show who here has control...
