The Captive (part 3/?)

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Hey everyone. This is an addition to a story I wrote a LONG time ago. 
The earlier parts are in posts 11724 and 11898.

The Captive Part 3

The blonde girl tells me to follow her and I do without 
question, down the hall. It's a dark corridor with long and narrow 
red stained glass windows that illuminate tapestries of war, and make 
them even more sinister. 
We pass a library, and there are tall mahogany shelves full of neatly 
hung dusty scrolls. I can feel my feet sink into the soft carpet as I 
walk, carpet that is intricate of design and rich in texture. I think 
they cost more than twenty of me are worth.
Now I'm on a dark wooden floor, so black that its' blue. We turn 
into a room and my breath leaves me. This must be her sanctuary, I 
thought. White pillars held up a golden dome, and the sun peered down 
from the very top and blinded me. It's like a garden has been brought 
inside, and the trees are casting shadows, their limber branches 
reaching far out into the pool. The air smells of the country and a 
million different flowers, clean. 
"Take off your clothes," the girl states softly in a voice 
that is brimming with authority.
The low timbers of her voice are ringing in my ears, and I think 
that the sound is burning me. My skin feels hot and I feel dizzy. I 
can't even think anymore, I'm too dazed by everything, so I find 
myself following her directions. I peer at myself and begin to try to 
undo a knot of cloth on my corner, but my hands are shaking and I 
feel like I'm about to cry. I don't want that girl to look at me, and 
see what I've become, but I can hear her slow melodic footsteps 
coming towards me. 
I can feel her hot breath on my shoulder and the feel of her hands 
working the knot. My heart is pounding in my ears and my vision is 
dancing, and I don't know why.
I think she undid the knot, because my clothes have come apart and 
they slide down my and pool around me feet. I hate her right now. I 
want to throw her in the pool or make her a slave. I've never felt so 
naked, as I stand before this haughty girl in her pristine robes.

TBC