The next day, after spending most of it contemplating my life choices, James came in.
"I'm having a fashion show. With just you and me. You are going to model the clothes in the back of your closet."
"One, you can hardly call those clothes, and two, why would you want me to model? I'm nowhere near pretty enough to do that, especially in those pieces of fabric."
"Don't lie to me. You are just fishing for a compliment."
"Me, fish for a compliment?"
"Yes, now get ready for the show!"
"No! I'm not about to wear that!"
"Lucky for me, I didn't ask, I told you, so shut up, and put it on!"
"Rude." I spit in his face.
"How unladylike!"
"I am no lady."
"Good, because that means you can get your ass in those clothes."
"No, and you can't make me."
"I can do whatever I want to do with you. You are mine now." I punched him in the face, hard like when we met. I immediately regretted that decision after what happened next. He jumped on me! He knocked me to the ground. I didn't expect it, my head was at a very bad angle so I knocked out.
A/N
I KNOW THIS ONE IS A LITTLE SHORT, BUT THE NEXT INE SHOULD BE OUT VERY SOON. I AM TRYING TO MAKE UP FOR ALL THE MONTHS I HAVE DITCHED
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Journal of a Prisoner
RomanceA woman is kidnapped. She cannot escape. The man who kidnapped her didn't let her see so if she tried to escape she wouldn't know where to go. She is scared. But she writes everything in her journal.
