[Someone's Kitten]

Priscilla watched the door close behind Bad Man and just sat there looking at the door long after the lock clicked into place. A minute passed, then two and three before she snapped out of her trance and looked around. Realizing that he could come back at any moment, the girl quickly searched the room looking for any other way out. There were no windows, no doors, no heating vents big enough for a person to crawl through. Priscilla knew she was trapped and her heart sank.

Tears threatened again, rimming her lower lids and she used the back of her hand to wipe them away as she headed toward the closet where she was supposed to find clothes to wear for him. She needed to get changed before he came back and she needed to take care of the grooming he expected although it made her sick to her stomach to think about it and about him checking to make sure she had done as he ordered.

The double doors of the closet opened to reveal a row of cocktail and evening dresses and Priscilla’s practiced eye told her that while the garments weren’t top of the line they weren’t cheap either. Most of the dresses were black, some tasteful and some on the tacky side. There were a few in darker colors and after going through the lot, shifting hangers along the rod one by one, Priscilla settled on a dark blue strapless dress with a little Spandex woven into the fabric that would help keep it from slipping down. The skirt was hemmed to mid thigh at the front of one side and cut at an angle to fall to floor length on the other side.

She took the dress and the most comfortable looking pair of shoes in the closet into the bathroom with her and began to remove her clothes. All of a sudden she wanted a shower. Priscilla felt a need to get rid of the dirty feeling she was beginning to have the longer she was around the man who had abducted her. She started the shower and gathered up the shaving things sitting on the sink and stepped into the tub, pulling the curtain shut behind her. As she stood under the water the absurdity of the situation took hold of her and nervous laughter bubbled up and out of her throat. It took every ounce of will power she possessed to stop the hysterics that were forcing their way up from deep inside as she shaved away the little patch of hair that covered the soft lips of her sex.

Thoughts of what might be in store for her pushed at her consciousness but she managed to keep them at bay even though touching herself intimately under the circumstances made her feel like gagging. When she ran her hand over her now bare mound she couldn’t stop the thought of being touched against her will but then she thought of Pam and what she must be going through and knew she’d do anything she could to save the sister that had raised her after their parents were killed.

By the time she heard the outer door open Priscilla had finished dressing and was looking at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. The dress clung to her body and with nothing underneath every curve was revealed to the point where she might as well have been naked. She had slipped on the strappy sandals with impossibly high heels and could barely walk steady in them, being reduced to a mincing sort of step that made her hips and bottom sway. Priscilla was combing her fingers through her loose, shoulder length blond waves and walking out of the bathroom just as Bad Man opened the door and entered the room.