Forbidden

Chapter sixty-five

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Exhaustion had won as sleep made my eyelids grow heavy and I could forget where I was, what had happened for a few minutes.

It ran short because I was already dragged outside of that room and this time I look around noticing that I'm in a dark hall, the only light was at the end of it where some stairs would lead upstairs.

"Where are you taking me?" my throat was hurting me so badly, my eyes squinting because I was barely awake, the tall Russian guy didn't say anything, ignoring me.

When we stride up the stairs I can just feel how tired I really was, I even stumble a few times which made him roughly pick me up.

My back was stinging very badly from being irritated by the jumper I had on because of the dried blood, I was close to fainting but found strength to stay on my feet too frightened to lose conscious right now.

A door is opened for me where an older lady was sitting on a chair in front of a mirror. There's make up supplies and some clothes on the corner farthest from the door.

Clueless I stay there, rubbing on my eyes to get the sleep away.

The woman smiled at me though her eyes seemed sad. She was wearing a grey cardigan, some black trousers and a white blouse.

"Sit." she said gently. I couldn't hide my surprised face that she spoke English with her thick russian accent breaking through. The guy pushed me so I walked to the chair next to her, scowling to the ground I sit down feeling uncanny. She looked at the man and he rolled his eyes but waited outside I think.

She hands me some ointment and points to my back. She is probably informed of my state and is here to help me.

Why?

It's so frustrating to not know what is about to happen to me and think about the worst scenarios, I hate that I can't escape this place. So much changed in such a short time, my life took a drastic change which is what leaves me thinking that I'm sort of doomed. There's too much bad things happening to me.

As I want to turn to see myself from the mirror and put it on my back, she stops me then hands me some revealing clothes, I frown and shake my head, she sighed and took my wrist sending me to a bathroom.

My tired eyes dart around cautiously, it's a small place, not really hygienic.

She leaves me alone and I sigh heatedly, undressing lazily until I'm on my undergarments. I would never shower in here, not only because it looks like a dirty place with ripped off tiles, a rusty faucet and shower head, but also because I'm afraid there's constructed cameras tucked somewhere. Maybe I was too paranoid because I watched many movies but better safe than sorry, so I take one of the smaller towels and hope the water is clean. Luckily it is after I test it and I quickly damp it under the water then run it every where on my body, over my thighs, under my arm pits always changing the small towels until I feel somewhat clean. It makes me feel a little better. Then I smear some of the ointment on my back reaching as much as I can, when my fingertips ran over a particularly sore place I whimper lightly. After a few attempts to grow accustomed at the pain, I'm sighing and ease at the coolness of the ointment but groaning when I felt gashes or lightly bleeding spots.

When I'm done I throw some water on my tired face, staring at my reflection. My shoulders felt taut, like they were knotted on the middle of my neck, I knead my neck a bit but it doesn't help.

With a deep breath my movements seem robotic, I take the black top and pull it up, it shows way too much cleavage and some of my plain black bra, the blue skirt barely reaching under my bum.