privacy please

Molly:

“Have you had anything to eat yet, my darling?” He inquired, and I looked at him blankly.

I was still terrified by what he had said, and he was simply changing the subject.

“If you’d rather have me for dinner, just say so; gawking at me with no words is a little strange,” he smirked.

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself,” I said, folding my arms, turning to walk away, but he gripped my waist.

“Rule number two, never walk away from me when I’m talking to you,” he said in a vile tone.

“So..?” he asked.

“I haven’t eaten yet,” I said, my face turned to the side.

“Very well then, dress up and come to dinner with me,” he said as he let go of my hand.

I sighed deeply and headed to the pink bed to sit as he left the room. Then I remembered I never even inquired about the location of the wardrobe. I looked around the room, assuming that one door was the door to the closet. I stood up and made my way to the first door on the right. Then I yanked it open, and what I saw startled me. It was pinkish again, and there were racks and storage everywhere. It was unmistakably the closet, but there was only one robe hanging by the rack. I approached it and removed my towel.

I was going to get the robe when I heard Farrell’s voice.

“I forgot the closet was empty,” he said, walking into the closet, and I stared at him with my naked body.

I screamed in panic and drew the robe over my body to cover myself. Then I turned to face him, fuming with anger.

“Have you ever heard of the word privacy?” I inquired, my brow furrowed, and he gave me a half-smile.

“Privacy? Did you forget about last night?” He inquired and made a few steps towards me.

He handed me a grey shirt, and I averted my gaze, closing my expressions. He exited the closet and shut the door. Then I hurriedly put on his shirt. It was big, reaching below my knees.

When I finished, I came out of the closet to find him sitting on the pink bed, waiting.

“All done,” I told him as I moved towards the door to leave.

But when I walked past him, he drew me back. He stood up and clasped his hands around my face.

“I know last night was a mistake, but you never have to be afraid of me. We’re legally married,” he stated unequivocally.

Legally married? Come on, the priest was fighting for his life today.

“What?” I inquired, staring blankly at him.

He disregarded my question and gave me a brief kiss. In the blink of an eye, he swept me off my feet in bridal style.

Here we go again, I thought to myself, letting out a muffled sigh.

He carried me down the long and wide hallway. Then we descended the stairs till we reached the dining area.

He finally placed me down and straightened the piece of fabric caught between my thighs.

Two men in black suits and bow ties stood in the corner of the dining area. They were elderly and had no tinted sunglasses.

He pulled a seat from the round table for me, and I sat. Then he took the seat across from mine.

I was at a loss on where to begin with the array of delicacies spread out before us.

I began biting my lower lip again without realizing it until he spoke.

“Get up!” With his eyes bored into me, he said.

I quickly stopped biting my lips and stood up. “Come,” he said, extending his hands.

I placed mine in his, and he drew me onto his lap with one twirl, and I winced.

“Would you rather eat here or take this somewhere else?” He questioned, his hands moving under my laps till he came to a halt between my butt cheeks.

“I’d rather have dinner,” I muttered between moans that attracted the attention of the men with us.  

When the men in the room glanced at me, the color in my face faded.

“Let’s eat then,” he said.

*********

I ended up eating dinner on Farrell’s lap, and he watched everything I did. From how I opened my lips to how I chewed and swallowed. It horrified me to realize that this would be my new existence. He was not prepared to embrace privacy.

I was back in my room, staring at the horrible materials on the other side of the room. I’d like to believe he was joking about what he said earlier.

I got up and walked over to the rack, then I unhooked the gag by touching everything there one by one.

“Trying to familiarize yourself with your torture instruments, I see,” I heard his thick voice from behind me, and my eyes widened. I quickly dropped the gag and turned around to see him standing shirtless in my room. His bottoms were sweatpants that showed off his enormous prints. I swallowed hard, picturing how large he was. My memories from last night were hazy since I was extremely drunk.

“It’s all yours, I’m all yours,” he said as he moved to the bed, and my cheeks flushed instantly.

He climbed into bed, and I followed.

“Are we?” I inquired; my gaze drawn to his dazzling grey eyes.

“Aren’t we already legally married?” He asked, and then tapped the unoccupied area of the bed, signalling me to lie down.

I took a deep breath and sat down beside him. Then I laid with my face up and my hands on my chest, feeling anxious. He had treated me kindly, but I couldn't forget today's events..

“Good night,” he whispered as he kissed my cheek. Then he placed his hands across my chest. After that, I forced myself to sleep by closing my eyes.

*******

The sound of the bed lamp being knocked over awakened me up. When I opened my eyes, I saw Farrell standing by the bed.

“What happened?” I asked, struggling to keep my eyelids open. But he didn’t respond or even look back; instead, he walked straight to the door like a zombie. He then opened it and marched out. My heart beat accelerated, and the sleep from my eyes faded. I certainly did not sign up for this.

Please, God, I mumbled in terror. Then I got up to follow him, but before I could get to the door, someone shut it from outside and the lock clicked. I instantly pulled the handle, and it actually locked.

“Who is that? Please let me out! Farrell!” I yelled....