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so fed up with the smoothies,but it was all I could eat until my mouth was unwired. I had lost nearly ten pounds
from my new liquid diet, losing my muscle tone along with it since I wasn’t exactly
working out anymore. I felt like I was withering away, both physically and
mentally.
At least I had Ginsby to keep me company, though she wasn’t much for
conversation, but then again, neither was I. I had Hank, but he never spoke much,
not unless he was telling me what to do. He never let me out of his sight. Whenever
I had to leave my suite, he escorted me, which wasn’t often since I had no desire to
ever leave my room anyway. Upon Darren’s approval, I could roam the house, but I
had zero interest in going anywhere or doing anything. I preferred to just sleep.
Darren informed me that when I fully recovered, I would have two guards since
he didn’t trust me with just one. There was a compliment in there somewhere, but
in the end, it just made me feel more hopeless. I had strived so hard for freedom,
yet I set myself back further than when I had first started. I couldn’t allow myself to
get upset about it, though. I knew the risks as well as the consequences, and now, I
had to live with them. It didn’t make the situation suck any less, though.
Broken, defeated, and restrained, I didn’t know what hope I had to escape
Darren a second time. I knew I would have to kill him first, but just the simple
thought of that was exhausting, especially since there was a prerequisite to
complete first — namely, his empire. I wasn’t giving up, though. I promised myself
that and I promised Jason. I owed it to my family and to everyone else who had ever
been wronged by Darren’s organization. But it didn’t mean I couldn’t wallow in a
little self-hatred for a while. I’d earned it, after all. I was just so tired of being
stronger than I felt. It was exhausting. I needed a break … and I suppose I was
getting it … literally.
“Here’s your soup,” Ginsby said with a smile, breaking me from my train of
thought. She handed me the thermos, and I took it from her, placing it in my lap
and returning to my book. “Oh, I should inform you,” she began a little nervously,
“Mr. Davis would like for you to join him for dinner tonight.”
My stomach immediately dropped, as did my appetite. I gave her an incredulous
look before turning to my tablet. I pulled out the stylus and began to write on the
notepad app.
‘Why,’ I wrote.
She shrugged. “He just does, dear. He’s been gone for over a week now and
would like to see you.”
Best week of my life.
I cleared my notepad and wrote ‘great’ on it and flashed it to her.
“We’ll need to get you ready in a couple of hours. He’ll be arriving on the island
around six p.m.”
Fucking. Fabulous.
–∞–
I spent the next several hours sitting in a shower chair while Ginsby helped to wash
me. It was difficult to wash my body and hair with a busted wrist and ribs. For the
longest time, I tried on my own, but it took me forever, and the struggle just wasn’t
worth it anymore. At first, I didn’t like the idea of Ginsby washing me and seeing
me naked, but eventually, I stopped giving a fuck. She wasn’t much for beauty help,
but she could flat iron my hair like it was her own. My hair was ridiculously long
now, past my breasts and annoying as hell. I always managed to get it caught in
something or lay on it wrong. For the most part, I kept it back in a ponytail and out
of my way, but I knew Darren liked it down and fanned out.
When I was presentable, Hank escorted me to the dining room where I sat and
waited for Darren to arrive. The moment I sat down, my long smooth hair fell into
my face, and I just couldn’t take it anymore. It was so long and annoying that I
didn’t care if Darren preferred it down. I took the hair tie from my left wrist and
pulled my hair into a loose low ponytail. My hair was never this long, ever. I didn’t
have the time to manage it, and it just got in the way. I planned to ask for a real
haircut soon, but I doubted Darren would grant it. He liked my hair long and still
wanted it longer.
As Darren’s doll, I had been dressed in a light yellow strapless sundress and
glittery nude flip-flops for shoes. While my hair was straight and smooth, my face
no longer had to bear the annoyance of makeup. Over the past few weeks, I hadn’t
worn any during my recovery, and Darren seemed to appreciate my natural beauty
now, rather than mask it with something fake. Although, he expected to go the
extra mile for special occasions apparently.
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