Chapter 16:Setting Me Up

"Dior, my dear, come into bed with me now." Stephen persuaded in his bed.

"Stephen, don't you dare." I threatened.

He found this amusing. "Oh, really…what you gonna do to me?"

I felt my fists tightened.

"Oh com'on sweetie! You know you won't win." Stephen laughed.

"Oh com'on loser, your threats don't scare me." I retorted.

His face immediately tightened. "Get here!"

"Make me!" I shouted back as I ran to my "room."

Instantly I heard his footsteps following me. I ran faster through the corridor.

"I'll make you, alright." I heard him say.

At last I got to my room, I slammed the door shut and bolted it shut. I heard him pound on it.

"You know I'll get you!" He yelled.

"Go away!" I hollered as my eyes got watery.

"I'll get you in the morning, young lady!" He huffed.

After I heard his footsteps fade, I let out the whimper I was holding. I was horrified; it was true. Stephen had made me his slave and gotten me to do anything he wanted anytime he wanted. The only thing he hadn't got me to do yet was get into bed with him; that was my pride, my dignity. And I'm not about to give it up no matter what the guy did to me!

I woke up with a start. Well, partially with the racket, I mean, I hear hammers! Hammers?! On my door?! I ran to the door of the janitor room (a.k.a. my room.) and turned the knob. Not only was it locked, it was sealed!

"Stephen!" I shouted while my fist pounded my door.

"Yes, ma cheerie?" He replied with the utmost grace.

"Stephen! Let me out dammit!" I cursed.

"Oh sweetheart, don't be unreasonable. I'm giving you the discipline you need." He pursuit.

"Stephen you bastard! Fuck you!" I shrieked with anger.

Then I glanced at the window; it was barred!

How dare he lock me in the room?! How dare him?! Cage me up?! I felt all the bottled up anger explode from me. All those stupid retarded rules I had to follow; like call him 'master' and do whatever he says.

Surprisingly, no tears came out, I just got more furious by the second. I threw all my stuff at the wall, putting dents and scratches on it. I hurled my lamp at the door. I chewed my sticks of gum ferociously. I dumped the potted plant at the door. I threw my pillows at the lights. I shoved my bedside table into the window; watching it shatter.

Then I did nothing. I just sat there, in the dark room; away from the rays of sunlight. I did nothing for hours, just stare at myself in the broken up mirror. I looked broken; my hair was sticking up, my eyes were blood shot red, I had no more cheeks, my arms were bruised, my legs were beaten.

Before turning away, I threw a textbook at the mirror, causing it to break down.

I buried my head in my knees and stayed put.

I lifted my head up to find myself in the dark. I didn't know how long I was there, but night had fallen. I crept over to the door to find it still sealed. I did nothing more. I just continued to sit there.

Suddenly, I saw a hand sticking into my barred windows. I frantically got up and raced to the window. It was the same brunet who had bandaged up my wounds!

"What are you doin-" I started.

He put his finger to my lips. I didn't say anything more.

He got to work fast; unscrewing the nails from outside.

"One more…" He grunted, struggling.

The last bar came off and he helped me out.

"Why are you doing this?" I whispered.

"Everyone should have freedom." He simply replied.

"Stephen's gonna kill yo-" I started.

"Kill me? He won't find out, and besides if he does, you're worth it." He leaned over and kissed me lightly on the forehead; just like Devante use to do.

I turned away.

"Oh, sorry." He apologized.

"No, it's not that." I said.

"Let's go." He pulled me gently into his car.

I went in and he drove.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"To my place; he'll never look for you there." He pointed out.

I nodded. He had a point. Stephen wouldn't look for me at his friend's house.

We arrived at a rough looking apartment building.

He led me in and pushed the 68th button in the elevator.

His apartment was empty and not exactly clean; but it was safe at least.

"Make yourself at home." He said, flicking on the lights.

I just nodded.

"So, popcorn and movies or what?" He asked.

"Sure." I replied.

He disappeared into the kitchen while I looked around. Everything was out of place, the cushions were all on the floor, there was popcorn scattered everywhere, and drinks were spilled on the carpet.

He returned with a bowl of popcorn in his hand.

"What you wanna see, baby?" He asked.

He didn't sound like himself no more, he sound like….Stephen! Yet he wasn't Stephen, he was Stephen's bud…. Then it all started to click. How could I have been so stupid?!

Then, mysteriously, all the light went out. The room had become pitch black except for the moonlight from the curtain drawn window.

He must've seen the expression on my face, for his reply scared me out of my wits.

"Yes, that's right, my precious Dior, I'm Trent, Stephen's best bud." He grinned.

I stared in horror. Frozen on the spot.

Before I knew what was happening, or even had a chance to reply, he had leaped on top of me and covered my mouth with his; stopping my cry for help.

"Now will you sleep with me, sugar?"