Chapter 5 5

Cassandra's POV

I slipped down on the floor leaning on the door of this extravagant bathroom as I locked the door and held the door knob, catching my breath. I didn't realize as the much-awaited tears started flowing through my eyes. I was scared, I was so scared, I wanted to run to my Dad's arms and Mom's lap why have you left me, Mom? I cried and cried, I felt so alone. How my life has taken this turn? How from being daddy's princess, I became someone's sex slave. I didn't know what was happening, what would happen to me, what would he do with me.

It felt like someone had locked me in a dark room with nothing but a loud and scary TV show and taken away the remote from my hands. I wanted to reach the door but I couldn't find it. I wanted to scream but I couldn't find my voice, I wanted to cover my ears to block the demonic laughter from the TV but my hands couldn't reach my ears, I wanted to close my eyes but something was stopping me. I felt so trapped. It's scary and I am terrified. I need you, Mom, again. Where are you? Why you left me? I need you mom, I am so alone. How will I survive this? How will I survive him?

I didn't know how long I was sitting on the floor crying when I heard a door closing outside and I realized he was still out and I had to go out too. Another fear crept up my bones as to how he react if I had kept him waiting and I got up in a haste and stepped further inside the bathroom. I passed the glass shower cabin and there was a white porcelain hot tub. For a minute I so wanted to take a bath in the jacuzzi and wash off the night, but that's not the option right now. Also, the night is not over yet. Only God knows what terrible things are yet to happen. I reached the basin.

I was shocked to see my reflection in the mirror. I was a mess, my kohl was all drained down to my cheeks due to my tears, my hair was all messy, my eyes were all red, and puffy with all the crying, and my dress was all wrinkled. I grazed my fingers at the corner of my lips where there was dried blood and at my cheekbone where a bruise was forming which I am taking as the result of his slap from earlier. I washed my face and as I was drying myself from the face towel at the towel stand a crazy thought came to my mind and I started shuffling the drawers for anything that could be a weapon. I did not have to search long for I saw a razor almost instantly. As I held it in my hand with determination. My eyes went to the shirt kept on the edge of the basin, and my reflection mocked me, someone who does not dare to move out of this bathroom without putting his used shirt on, do you think you can hurt him with the razor? My inner consciousness was right I was weak, and even if I could escape where would I go? It's not like I have anyone out there looking for me. What if Dom finds me after I escape or worse Alex, I scoffed, "I would die at Dom's hand rather than going to Alex. I never want to see his face at least not until Dom decides to send me back after being Dome with me." I said to myself rolling my eyes.

I kept the razor back on the basin top and changed into his shirt. The shirt reached to my mid-thighs and was loose at the sleeves hence I folded it up a bit. I brushed my hair. As I turned to the mirror after discarding my dress in the laundry basket kept at the side of the wall, I saw my reflection again. I can see pity in my own eyes and I felt regret for being so weak. I looked back at the mirror and I saw the same 5-year-old girl I saw last in that white parlor room. She was looking back at me with sad eyes. What have I done to her? No, I had to do this, I have to try at least I owe this much to that girl staring back at me from the mirror with eyes that used to be filled with aspirations and dreams. She deserves at least one chance of freedom, one chance of life. With this thought I picked up the razor again.

I cut the inner side of my bra and hid the razor in it. I buttoned up the shirt and turned towards the door, I knew what was on the other side of the door, he would be there, I do not dare to see him again. I wished that some miracle could happen and he wasn't there, maybe he slept or went out. I took a deep breath and it took all my courage to turn that door knob and stepped out of the bedroom again.