Jessica let Azula lead her out of the room and down a flight of stairs. Jessica didn't own many heels, and none of the ones she did own were half as high as these. She couldn't even make it to the stairs without grabbing Azula's hand for support. Azula's hand was surprisingly strong for such a thin woman, which was good because Jessica put a lot of weight on it as she wobbled down the stairs. There was no question that this was a bad time to try to escape. She could barely walk, let alone run in these heels. The way they strapped onto her feet meant that she couldn't easily slip them off either.
The house was beautiful and must have been at least a hundred years old. There was dark wood covering most of the walls. The bannister of the stairs was wood and intricately carved. Azula led Jessica into a room with thick curtains on one side and paintings on the other. In the center of the room was a large heavy wood table set for dinner with high chairs around it. Sitting at the head of the table watching her enter was a man Jessica knew could only be Master.
Master was a big man. Tall, with broad shoulders and a thick chest. He was older but not old, his hair an experienced mix of black and gray. He wore a black button down shirt and had a shiny silver watch on. The shirt was fresh and crisp, but Jessica could still make out the definition of his chest and arm muscles through it. Seeing how muscular her captor was intimidated Jessica and gave her that weak scared feeling that she so desperately craved. Sometimes she thought that if she just didn't have a need to feel that feeling then all her other fantasies and fetishes would be unnecessary. But oh did she love it.
All these thoughts went through Jessica's head as Azula led her into the dining room. As she came to a halt in front of Master, Jessica became very aware of him looking up and down her provocatively dressed body. She blushed deeply, but also felt a flash of satisfaction to see the look it brought to his face. "Give me a spin", he commanded.
Jessica had no intention of doing anything he said, but Azula still had her hand and used it to pull her in a circle. Jessica had no choice but to follow with a wobbly turn. Master gave a small chuckle, but his eyes betrayed more arousal than amusement. "Why don't you join me for dinner," he said, motioning to the seat at his right. Azula led Jessica to the seat and pulled it out for her, pushing it back in as she sat.
"Some wine please, Azula." Master commanded. Azula bustled off to the wine cabinet behind Master as he spoke to Jessica, "Thank you for joining me this evening, Jessica."
"You're not welcome," she spat. "It's not like I had any choice. I'm only here because it's the only way you people will feed me."
"Whatever the reason, I'm glad you came. You look beautiful." He replied calmly and with a small smile. What was it with these people and being so sickeningly polite as they held her prisoner?
"What do you want with me?" Jessica asked. Up until now she had held onto the belief that if she could just make it out of her room, that she'd be able to somehow slip out of the house. But now with these stupid heels she wouldn't be able to make it out of the room without them stopping her. The idea that she might not be able to escape before they had a chance to do whatever they were planning to do was beginning to seem terrifyingly possible.
