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She nearly drops the box when she hears the phone ringing, the box suddenly shaking as whatever is the phone inside begins to buzz. She curses inwardly, knowing it’s Ophelia, but having no way out of the situation she puts the box down tears open the sealed compartment. She wants to do this as quick as possible because she just ran down still in her nightgown and there is nothing beneath it. She didn’t even put on a jacket. Her fear and agitation have made her nipples hard and erect and the night gown does little to cover her modesty. In fact the nightgown is fairly transparent. Why the hell didn’t she wear a bra?
As she opens the lid, she stares, her heart beating roughly in her chest. Inside is a red dress, one that matches what she had a long time ago when she’d been a sex slave. A life before she’d run off with Raki to escape her nightmarish hell.
The phone rings again, startling her. An elderly woman passing by looks at her with a dark glare, her back hunched over, spectacles nearly falling down her nose. Clare tries to ignore Ms. Wayne’s disapproving look and grabs the phone next to the dress. Ms. Wayne has been a widow and solitary catholic for several years now and has never fully approved of her and Raki, of course they being as active as they are may have something to do with it....
The phone rings again and Clare switches it on quickly. “Hey Clare,” says Ophelia on the other end and she can hear Raki yelling on the other side.
“Ophelia! What are you doing to him!?” She yells.
“Uh uh,” says Ophelia, chiding Clare. “People are watching,” she says in a sing song type of voice. Clare stares wide eyed and looks towards Ms. Wayne who has stopped momentarily from her walk up the stairs to look at her. She turns away quickly and whispers.
“Alright. What do you want?”
“Go to the nearest bathroom and change into your lovely dress. You can bring the nightgown. You’ll need something to put on when you come back home, after all.”
“Let Raki go!” she hisses.
“Clare...” Ophelia says, a lilt in her voice still. “You don’t seem to understand the rules here. I’m in charge here and if I don’t like what you’re doing...”
She hears Raki scream from something Ophelia does. She feels her heart beating fast, eyes widening as she hears her friend and lover yell. “Your little boy toy gets punished. Understand?”
Clare sighs, lowering her head in defeat. “Yes,” she says in a dejected tone. “Good. Go to the nearest bathroom stall and change. Then come out the back into the parking lot. There will be some friends there to meet you. We’ll do the rest when you’re out back.”
The phone goes dead and Clare stares, hearing the dead air of the tone on the other end. She stares at the phone with a quivering hand and finally puts it back down, nestling it gently in the folds of the red dress. Slowly, she closes the lid and makes her way to the nearest woman’s room. Seeing no one inside she looks towards the mirror. Her skin is pale and the spaghetti strap nightgown of thin teal is very transparent showing her fully erect nipples. She stares at the dress in the half open box with venom. She’d rather at least wear the night gown to the parking lot. Though revealing, it is at least hers. The red dress while hiding more of her body is a symbol of her slavery and degradation. A life she’d left behind. And one which it looks like she will reenter now.
With a small tear running down her eye she takes the end of one strap and begins to draw it down her shoulder...
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