You may have stolen me
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Thread Topic: You may have stolen me
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Dahlia accepted the outfit, looking down at it and brushing her hand against the fabric. It was a good choice. She held it up against her, taking note of how it seemed just right for her size and figure. How long had Nickola planned this for? Days? Weeks? Had he been having sick fantasies of kidnapping her since they'd first met?
She swallowed past her feelings and offered Maggie a smile. "It's perfect. Thank you," she said politely, before turning and slipping into the bathroom before her composure could break completely. -
Maggie looked at the door Dahlia had gone through with a frown. She clenched her jaw. She was going to have a good stern talk with Nickola.
She walked out Dahlia's room and made her way to Nickola's office.
Without knocking, she opened the wooden door and walked inside.
"Maggie, I've told you before and I'll say it again –"
"It's about Dahlia," she said, which quickly shut Nickola up.
"What about her?" he asked. It was something major, considering her demeanor.
"You really stepped over the line with that morbid demonstration of your "love,"" she said, her hands on her hips.
"If she can't accept my love that's her problem," he said. "I'm doing me best."
"No, you're not," Maggie said. "She's barely holding herself together, I'm afraid she's going to have a mental breakdown or something. You've terrified her beyond wit, you've been absolutely horrible to her."
Maggie looked at him. He seemed to be thinking, but she could tell her words were only going in one ear and out the other. She needed to talk to him in a way so that he'd listen.
"Do you know what love languages are?" she asked. If she couldn't get Nickola to stop, maybe she could make Dahlia's stay not so terrifying.
"I'm afraid I don't," he replied.
"It's how a person receives or expresses love," she said. "Obviously Dahlia's isn't you putting bullets in people's heads. You need to figure out less violent ways for you to express your feelings." -
WOO GO MAGGIE))
Dahlia undressed herself and slipped into the bath, the warm water releasing some tension in her body. Whatever Maggie had put into the bath was wonderful, filling the room with fragrant steam. She sighed, staring at the ceiling as the water lapped at her ears. Would she ever be able to leave this place? She couldn't bear to think about spending her life here. The authorities were surely looking for her, but Maggie had told her that the authorities around here were scared into submission by Nickola. Besides, who would think to look for her here? They'd probably give the case up eventually. No, her only hope lied with Nickola's enemies. Though they were cruel and probably just as bad as he was, they would be the only ones willing to help her. As long as she could provide them with something they wanted...
The cogs began to work in her mind as she cleaned up and by the time she had dried herself and put on fresh clothing, she had come up with part of a plan. Nickola was an important man, wasn't he? Surely there must be things he was hiding, things that would be very valuable to other people. Valuable enough to be her ticket to freedom. But in order to find that out, she might have to get...close to Nickola. The idea made her shiver, but it was the only way. It certainly wouldn't be easy since she'd been nothing but hostile to him. He'd be suspicious if she didn't play her cards right. I can't mess this up. -
A few minutes later, Maggie walked out of Nickola's office with a huff. She felt as if she hadn't persuaded him in the slightest, but she could tell she had given him some things to think about.
She returned to Dahlia's bedroom. Seeing that she wasn't out of the bathroom yet, she called out to her, "Would you like me to do your hair when you're finished?" -
Dahlia patted at her damp hair with a towel, opening the door and letting the steam from the room escape. "Oh, I could probably do that myself. I wouldn't want to be any trouble," she said with a slight smile. She was in a better mood now, now that she had a plan to escape. "Do you have a comb I could use?"
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Maggie nodded. Fishing into the dresser drawers she pulled out a very pretty comb. As she walked over to Dahlia, she said, "You know how Nickola told you he would ease your restraints if you cooperated? What if you used that to your advantage?" She handed her the ivory comb.
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Dahlia smiled slyly at Maggie, taking the ivory comb and using it to try and bring her mane of dark brown curls under control. Could she trust Maggie with her plan? She wasn't sure since she could be a spy, but she'd given Dahlia no reason to doubt her yet.
"I was thinking along those lines earlier," she replied hesitantly. "Maybe if I can get him to lower his guard, it would open up some opportunities for me." -
Maggie nodded. "The first thing to work on is being able to handle his presence, I think," she said.
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Dahlia huffed in frustration as she worked through a tangle in her hair. "That's easier said than done," she commented, finally managing to defeat the tangle. "How exactly am I meant to do that?"
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Maggie shook her head. "I don't know. Maybe little by little? Like, don't scream for him to get out of your room, then join him for a meal here and there, and so on."
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Dahlia flopped back on her bed, looking at the ceiling miserably. She rolled onto her side to look at Maggie. "Do you really think it'll work? What if something goes wrong?"
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"The only thing that could go wrong is if he found out you weren't sincere," Maggie said. "If both of us keep our mouths closed, we should be fine."
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Dahlia brushed her thumb against the smooth ivory comb, feeling the grooves and curves artistically carved into it. "Maggie, why are you helping me?" she asked. "I know I've asked this before, but I still don't understand. You're putting yourself in danger for me, someone you barely know."
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Maggie swallowed then let out a sigh. "I suppose I want to give you the chance to have what I didn't get," she said. "My mom had been trafficked, so I was too, separated from her at birth. I have to admit that Nickola is the most...lenient of bosses I've had yet, but he's still a terrible man. I know your situation is only vaguely similar to mine, but I want you to have your freedom because I didn't get mine."
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Dahlia sucked in a sharp breath, sitting up with her gaze full of sympathy. She reached over, hesitantly resting her hand on Maggie's shoulder. "Maggie, I'm so sorry I brought it up. It must have been so hard for you." Her expression became one of determination. "If, no, when I find a way out, I promise I'll take you with me. You deserve your freedom too."
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