8

                                    

                                          
Three days.
That's how long Logan left me in my room -  completely isolated and bored out of my mind. The empty silence caused my thoughts to fester in my mind until I couldn't stand my own company anymore. 
To make matters worse, Gavin no longer delivered my food, it was now the shorter, silent one who ignored me completely when he dumped the tray on my dressing table.
I was seriously considering launching myself out the window and plummeting to my death when finally, there was a knock at the door. Instantly, I shot off the bed to open it and came face to face with the boy who collected me days ago.
"Henry, right?" I asked, smiling at him hopefully.
"Yeah, that's right." He nodded. "Hello Mia. Can I come in?" 
I nodded and stepped aside, sending a quick smile to the kind, tall guard who winked back at me. I closed the door behind Henry and turned to him. "What's up?" 
"Mr Sternato has requested to see you," he told me, a clear look of sympathy in his eye. He held up a large plastic bag. "He wants you to pick something from here to wear." As he spoke, Henry blushed and my gut knotted at what that bag could possibly contain.
"Did he seem moody?" I asked cautiously.
"I'm afraid it's very rare to catch Mr Sternato in a good mood," he simply stated in response, forcefully shoving the bag at me. "He will, however, be even more irritated if you take too long." 
I sighed and Henry sent me a sympathetic smile while I peeled open the bag to reveal different sets of lingerie. "Brilliant." I frowned, pulling out some red lace fabric. 
I looked back up to see Henry an even brighter red than the garments and groaned inwardly. "I'll be out in a minute," I told him.
He hesitated. "Actually, he instructed me to stay to make sure you actually put it on." He sounded as uncomfortable and irritated as I felt.
"So, you have to watch me dress?" I growled, raising my eyebrows at him. I would knock the poor kid out before he saw me strip.
"I um... I will turn around," he muttered, spinning on his heel and facing the wall with his back to me.
"Right," I huffed, "Okay." I peeled off my t-shirt and leggings as quickly as possible before squirming about, trying to stuff myself into the lacy crap. "Argh." I grunted, getting my arms tangled in the criss-cross back of the bra.
Eventually, I managed to slide the bra into place and stepped into a matching thong and garters. I felt like a whore when I inspected myself in the mirror and quickly threw my shirt back on to cover as much of myself as possible from Henry.
"Done." I announced, tugging on the hem of the shirt so it covered my thong at least a little. 
He turned reluctantly and frowned. "You can't wear that I'm afraid," he told me and I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Well, I refuse to walk through the halls almost completely naked so either I wear it or I am not leaving this room," I stated stubbornly.
A conflicted look crossed his face and I felt guilty for throwing him into this position. Either way, Logan would be mad and it wasn't Henrys fault but there was no way in hell I was going to give his guards a show. 
"Take it off before we enter the office?" He begged and I nodded reluctantly. "Let's go." 
I followed him out of the room, glaring at the short guard who for the first time, moved only so he could glance at my ass. "You better keep those wondering eyes on my face or I swear to god I will-." I threatened - or started to before Henry yanked me away.
He shot me a look once we reached the huge oak double doors and I glared at the guards blocking the entrance and shook my head. After a pleading look, however, from Henry, I peeled away the shirt and blushed profusely from sheer humiliation.
Henry knocked the door and waited for the deep voice to call us in before I was dashing into the office and away from prying eyes.
Once again, Logan didn't even look up as he dismissed Henry and I had never felt more relieved. Honestly, if his eyes had landed on me, I would have set alight from embarrassment.
"Sit," he instructed and I had to resist the urge to storm over to him and slap his stone hard, expressionless face. Instead, I took a calming breath and glared in his direction while I took a seat in the armchair.
Still, he hadn't looked up and I was praying he wouldn't at all. Maybe I would be safe in the armchair until he dismissed me late at night when nobody was about. 
I could easily creep through the dark back to my room without anyone having to see me in this atrocious attire. I couldn't imagine if my sister was here instead of me, she would be completely broken apart by now if he had told her to wear these garments.
"I hope you have been behaving." Logans voice suddenly snapped me out of my thoughts and I turned to see him still scribbling on a page, not looking in my direction.
"Well, I haven't been allowed out of my room but I'm sure I have done something wrong... somehow." I scoffed. I could get into trouble without trying like I could breathe; easily and naturally. "What the hell is with these clothes?"
Still, his eyes stayed on the sheet of paper in front of him and the ink he was scrawling across the page. "I want to make sure you do as you are told," he answered bluntly.
I frowned. "And there wasn't another way to do that without me freezing to death and looking like a whore?" 
"No," he answered, still continuing to work. 
"Come here," he demanded, finally raising his eyes to meet mine. They were as dark as ever and challenging while I trembled a little in my seat.
As soon as I stood up, he would see my entire body laid out in front of him like some sort of banquet he could enjoy for his own pleasure and I refused to give him any kind of satisfaction.
His head tilted so slightly I barely noticed but the slight twitch was the only movement he made as he spoke again. "It seems you have already forgotten the agreement we made the other day," he stated and I shook my head.
"I haven't," I assured him.
He rose a perfect eyebrow. "Then come here." He spoke slowly and clearly, the demand blatantly threatening so with my head held high, I rose from the chair and approached him.
Unlike his perverted guards, his eyes didn't stray from mine although a fraction of me wished they would. I felt more exposed and more threatened under his intense stare and the closer I got, the thicker the tension became until I was suffocating.
When I reached him, he curled a strong arm around my waist and turned me so my back was to him before forcing my knees to bend until my behind landed on his knee.
As he withdrew his hand, it lightly grazed over my exposed chest and I had to grit my teeth to keep myself from yelling. I wanted desperately to get up, to step as far away from him as I could get but when his chest pressed against my back and his breath fanned over the side of my neck, I felt like an animal trapped in a cage.
"Stay there and be silent," he ordered before taking his pen and resuming his writing while his other hand rested lightly on my thigh.