The Truth

Chapter 7 - The Most Beautiful Day in a Woman's Life

The sun was high up in the sky when Cassandra woke up. She stretched out yawning in the soft bed where she was lying, then she opened her eyes and realised she is in yet another unfamiliar place.

Suddenly she remembered everything that she heard from Frederic about Meddard Zenon in the forest, and her nightmare. She instinctively reached between her legs, but she felt neither pain, nor anything else. She just realised that someone must've changed her clothes. There was no sign of the clothes of yesterday, she was wearing a comfy nightgown. She kicked off the duvet over herself and looked around in the bedroom. It was a small room, only featuring an ancient wardrobe, a standing mirror and the bed she was sleeping in. The floor was ancient too, from wooden floorboards. And the walls and windows reminded her of a castle. In fact the whole place reminded her of a mediaeval castle. She stood up and stepped to the slim window. It was pretty high up and cold air seeped into the room through it. In the distance she saw huge lakes. Where am I? she asked herself. Her gaze wandered to her own hands. The ring she got from Frederic was removed from her finger. It made her sad. It seemed like they took +all her belongings with the bag he got from Vladimir. In her anger she'd gladly hit the wall, but then the door opened with a loud creak behind her. A middle aged woman entered with a big smile on her face. She was shorter than her and a bit rounder, but it suited her.

"You woke up just now? Hurry up!" She rushed to Cassie and grabbed her hand. Rather enthusiastically than violently, she dragged her after herself: Out the door, through the mediaeval looking corridor; into another room, where there was another girl, standing next to a tub of steaming hot water with a sponge in her hand. Cassie thought her to be somewhat younger than herself, however she was twice as shy, as opposed to the older woman who removed her nightgown and pushed her into the water. She hissed at first from the feeling of the hot water on her skin, but she quickly adapted to it. She lied down comfortably, still not understanding anything that's happening.

"Cassandra's your name, right? What a beautiful name! I'm Violet, but please call me Letty, and she is my daughter Laure" she introduced herself. The young girl looked at her only for a moment, then she put soap on the sponge and started to rub her.

"But why are you doing all this?" She asked cautiously, letting the older woman wash her. For the question the older woman stopped what she did and looked at her like she didn't understand the question.

"Why, you don't know? The Lord of this castle, Med will wed you! You'll have to be beautiful. But we are working with a good base" she laughed and continued washing her. Cassie turned pale. No sound left her throat. She opened her mouth and felt like her ear was ringing too. She heard the woman was speaking, constantly speaking and sometimes her daughter joined in too but she couldn't catch a word from the conversation. Her face darkened.

"I don't wanna marry that!" She screamed eventually. The older woman stopped washing her again.

"Wh..whaat?" She quacked. "Silly girl! You must be still tired, not knowing what you're talking about! C'mon get up, you're ready. Laure, bring a towel, kitten!" Cassie felt all of the veins pulsating in her head, she was afraid they would burst. And the woman just kept talking, and talking, and talking. Trying to convince her of the advantages of being married to this mobster. When she finished, she brought a beautiful white corset with matching panties and helped her get it on. Cassie never wore a corset before, so she started to gasp for air, when she first tightened the ribbons on her back. The woman shook her head, but let them loosen a little before tying them into a bow.

"Oftentimes we have balls, and other revelries. Meddard loves music, and having fun. Then every girl and woman wears corsets and elaborate dresses, it is better you get used to it!" Cassandra grimaced.