Love Meets You (part 2)

2.

* Clover *

Someone hummed a Katy Perry song about fireworks and Clover wondered what sort of messed up dream she was having. Pain in her right wrist made the hope of dreaming dissipate when she tried to sit before opening her eyes.

"Oh, careful," a woman whispered.

She gaped like a crazy person, looking everywhere but absorbing nothing until a quiet giggle came from beside her. She shifted, realizing she laid on a bed and a petite redhead stared at her as if she were taking in a science experiment.

Not just any red-haired girl. Was she the same woman flirting with Mason last night? Was it still the same day? What in the hell happened, and why did she keep waking up in different locations?

"Where am I?" Clover gasped with a thick, clumsy tongue, "W-who are you?"

"My name is Reese," She grinned so big it looked comical or would have been if Clover thought anything about this situation funny, "I've been instructed to speak to you before they take off the handcuffs."

Clover's head snapped upward, seeing her wrist cuffed to the wall. She whimpered, scurrying up against the rough brick surface, relieving some pressure on her aching arm, "Where am I? Is this a joke? Where's Brad?"

Reese stood, twirling in a light blue dress which fanned out at her movements, "Who's Brad? It doesn't matter. He's not important anymore. The only man you should care for is Sir."

Clover swallowed the thickness coating the inside of her mouth, "Water? Please? What's going on?"

"Oops, I forgot!" She trilled, rushing into a small room and coming back with a paper cup filled with liquid goodness, "I realize this seems a little silly, but if you refuse to accept the rules Sir will be very unhappy and trust me, Clover, we don't need Sir angry."

"Oh, really?" she scoffed, wrapping her free hand around the cup.

"Females are born submissive, but society has made us jaded and defensive, unable to recognize man's inherent obligation to protect us from ourselves. He'll return you to your sweet nature. Behave and there's nothing Sir won't do for you."

What the fuck? Somebody drank too much kool-aid.

Clover gulped the cool water until able to scream, "I want out of here right fucking now! I don't know who you are, but you better release me and run as far away from me as you can before I knock you out! Help! Help me!"

Reese stepped towards the doorway, worrying her bottom lip while shaking her head in distress, "You have to stop yelling! You can't do that!"

She glared at the wisp of stupidity in front of her, "Fuck off!"

Reese wrung her hands, "Sir wants you joyful. We'll all be happy if you do what they say. Things will turn worse if you don't calm down."

She fumed and screamed at the top of her lungs for someone to help her. Whoever this unstable girl kept calling Sir could kiss her ass. Had they kidnapped Mason as well?

"Where's Mason?" she demanded, "Did you drug and hurt him too?"

"Mason's a horrible man!" Reese glared for the first time, losing the sweet and innocent act, "He's the one who hurts people."

Suddenly the door Clover had hoped would bring help opened, and a tall stranger with a light-colored man-bun and beard stormed in, "Leave, Reese. She can rot in here if this is how she wants to behave."

"What?" Clover's jaw dropped, "Why are you doing this to me? Let me go, asshole!"

Reese clutched her hands under her chin, frightened as the vile man ignored her. "Is Sir mad? I tried! Does he know I advised her to be nice?"