I sigh for the tenth time today as I stared at the two maps that held all exits and windows of this building. After Maira had given them to me as a thank you for helping her last night I had made copies in my sketch book planning where all cameras, guards and lots of locks will be placed. I even had the shift for guards that get emailed out every week for this week sonce it was sent out this morning. It means I had a week to plan.
With a frown I flip the book to the front and decided to focus on the dresss I was designing. It was simple with a high-low hem, sweet heart neckline and full sleeves. Something I could wear with the stupid tail.
I would have to try my escape soon. Maybe bide my time until then.
Dorian gave me the go ahead to design some of my own clothing I could wear, ones that did not reveal most of my body and as such I was grateful for, even if the price is to be his pet till I found my escape. With a sigh I began to colour in the faux fur design I wanted for the dress. Although the majority of the fabric would be see through, I could still make areas I wanted covered with the faux fur.
"That looks amazing." His voice is a whisper as I feel the shadow of stubble against my shoulder. I hated that he was so close to me. Hated that I had to obey this man until I gained freedom. Hated him to his very core.
"You did say I could design whatever I wanted as long as I followed the guide lines." I pouted out. I even hated those stupid guide lines.
"Well my little Kitten, because of last night with how you helped my sister you can design three dresses with what ever style and fabric you want, think of it as a reward for being good." His hand slowly runs through my hair and I couldn't help but close my eyes. My hair was a weak spot as long as some one gently played with it and I had a feeling Dorian knew this. I was finding a moment of peace with him, silence between us with the movement of his fingers in my hair until I realized what his words meant and I turn around with wide eyes to face him.
"Wait! I can really design any dress in what ever material I want?" Did that mean fully solid dresses with no see through material. Something I could feel more comfortable in. He was actually going to give me this.
"Yes Aime, anything you want you can have for those three dresses." A smirk is on his face as he steps closer to me, his chest pressed against mine with his hands wrapped around my waist.
"Thank you." I smile as I wrap my arms around him in a hug, feeling his surprise before he hugs me back. Who knew doing something as simple as comforting a child would lead into this.
"No, thank you. My sister means everything to me. She is the only family I have and I don't want that asshole to get his hands on her." His voice is soft, but the way his body tenses is clear. He loathes his father as much as I do. Maybe there was an angle I could work.
"Dorian-" I start only to be cut off.
"Why do you never call me master like we agreed on?" He pulls away chuckling, his hand going back to play with my hair. I forgot that was one of the rules.
"I think even tho you own me, as much as I hate that, we still grew up in the samw industry as rivals. That we knew each other as children and wanted to beat each other in everything." I answer honestly. But the truth is even when we were children I had a crush on him. Who knew he would be like this. He was demanding, degrading and over all acted like his father did. But maybe that was an act.
"You're right, we did grow up together. Its because of this fact that the asshole bought you for me." He sighs, his head leaning onto my shoulder as we stay like this.
"Dorian?" I ask after minutes had passed, my hand slowly playing with his hair. I felt him nod as if saying go on and I couldn't help the smile that formed. It was a question I wanted to know for the last few days now.
"Why me? Why did you choose me as your slave? And why do you act the way you do towards me?" I waited for his answer as silence continued to linger between us. I knew not many would ask these questions in fear of being punished. Slavery was something scary. It was why my friend Jaida was bringing laws to the royal family to abolish this. To abolish slavery.
Lost in my thought I never realized that Dorian had moved until his eyes were looking into my own. His mouth opening and closing a few times before he looks away, looking out the window before his eyes find mine again. His next words shocking me.
"If I told you I have loved you since we were children would you believe me?"