Page 20 of Forced Bratva Prisoner

I eye it all suspiciously.

“Is it poisoned?”

The security guard standing to my left snorts a loud laugh. “If he wanted to poison you, I reckon he would have just put something in your eggs and not wasted time making this meal.”

“True,” I mutter, feeling a little stupid.

I eat the food, savoring it far more than intended. It’s amazing how delightful good food can taste when you’ve been eating mostly cold scrambled eggs for three days.

After dinner, they demand I put the blindfold back on.

Then I am led to a bathroom. The bath is filled with milky hot water, rose petals, aromatherapy oils, and there are candles everywhere.

What the fuck is going on?

I feel like I am being prepped for sacrifice or something. I’ve seen it in the movies.

“I’ll be right outside.” The guard nods towards the woman who first came into my room to fetch me this morning. “If she tries anything at all, just scream.”

“Oh, just get your big lug ass out of here, we will be perfectly fine.” The housekeeper chases the massive guy out of the bathroom.

I can feel the shock in my eyes. I can’t believe she spoke to him like that and he didn’t slap her or something.

“Okay, honey, let’s get you undressed and in the bath.”

I bite my lower lip.

She smiles. “It’s better if we just do this. Enjoy it, try and relax. I’ll help you wash your hair, and then we are going to get ready.”

“Get ready for what?” I ask skeptically.

She smiles tightly again, but clearly, she is not going to answer me.

I miss Marie.

“Okay.” I shrug, stripping out of my clothes. “Can you tell me your name?”

“I’m Penny. Penelope.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Penny,” I say, climbing into the bath. It feels so luxurious I sink right in and close my eyes.

Am I being marinaded? I chuckle at the thought. It’s silly to be laughing now, but how else should I deal with the fear that is bubbling beneath the surface?

Penny takes her time washing my hair and scrubbing my skin.

When I climb out, I am glowing.

After the bath, two girls come into the bathroom to do my hair and makeup.

I am so confused.

Then they ask me to put the blindfold on again, and I wonder what the point of doing my makeup in the first place was.

I am led into another room, wearing nothing but the robe from the bathroom, and when I feel hands pulling it off me, I freeze in horror.

“It’s okay, honey, it’s just me,” Penny says gently. “Lift your foot. Step forward. Okay, the other one.”

I do as I am told, then stand with my arms out while they dress me. It feels formfitting at the top, a corset style dress with thin shoulder straps.

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