His Sick Joke

My feet hurts and my body aches. I guess sleeping in the cave wasn’t as comfortable as I wished it to be, and my body was paying the price. I flopped down on the wooden sofa before sighing loudly. Once again, I asked myself how I ended up here.

Soon after, I heard a few soft knocks on the door and knew that the maids must be here to help me wash and dress. It wasn’t like I couldn’t do that by myself since I’ve been doing it by myself all my life, but I had learnt that it was better to go with the flow rather than fight everything. I had to pick my battles wisely if I wanted to survive and go back home. 

Since the maids could not speak the whole ordeal went by in silence. They professionally cleaned my body, dried it, and then began the process of dressing me and doing my hair. I couldn’t care less what I wore or what ornaments they put in my hair. However, my job was to select what I wanted based on the pile of dresses they had to offer a