"N-n-now?" His little prisoner asked. Her brown orbs reflected confusion as she walked backwards.
Frederick Mortcombe was feeling unsettled seeing her that way, worried she might bump over something and fall. He could not imagine the pain she would go through if she was to lose something meaningful to her.
With a quick stride of his feet, he held onto her hand and gave her a twirl. Enough for her to walk forward, rather than back.
"Yeah, Go stand at your favourite spot," he instructed while scanning for items to decorate.
When Audrey chose the ordinary wall, he began scooping the dolls on her bed and lined them on the floor. He thought the image should show how much she was being cared for and believed the dolls would be a better representation of all the good things that happened to her.
He felt satisfied when he took a step back to admire it. Disorganised, yes. But what is life if it is without a flaw?
"Ready, Princess? All you have to do is stand in the middle and hold your tummy."
There stood Audrey Bloodsworth. Right at the centre with all those bright colourful dolls of different sizes and shapes, of different races and types, as though it was neatly arranged by a three years old child.
And the main star looked like a block of colour, in her long loose dress of light peach. Her hands were holding on to the dress hem. It was perfect in Frederick's eyes.
He then raised the DSLR and took a quick shot of her, looking dazzling and befuddled. However, he was not expecting when his captive slowly pulled the dress' skirt upwards, exposing her legs. Then her thighs. And then... Uh-oh!
"H-h-hey! Audrey!"
How rapid his feet shuffled closing the gap between them, as his hands swiftly but gently pulled the skirt down. "Care to explain the sudden exposure, woman?" He whispered in an angry tone but immediately smoothened the creases on his face.
"Those pictures showed their tummy."
It was plain and simple but Frederick did not understand her. "Why, yes. Yes, they do."
"I was only doing the same."
'Same?' His hands were still on her dress skirt, putting weight on pulling it down in case she decided to spontaneously pulled it up again.
And then... it hit him like a wrecking ball! "No, no, no, no, no! You misunderstood the whole concept, Princess. I mean, you can choose that option if you want, but that thing you just did... That's OPTIONAL. Some people want it. Some people don't."
He did not want her to think he is some sort of a pervert, taking pictures of a vulnerable pregnant lady who exposed most parts of their body. Granted, his world does comprise of stripping people to shame BUT! That woman is not his prey!
He could not even fathom that she did not hesitate to pull her skirt up in his presence. Before he knows it, he began to take offence. Did she doubt his manhood?
'Shhhh... That's the devil talking. She doesn't even care about all this.' He debated by himself as his other self argued, 'Throw yourself and Rafael in the room naked. See who'll she lust after?'
Fortunately, Rafael's name slapped him back to reality as he questioned himself the reason for going this far. Whatever reason his captive had, it must be innocent. Even though he is itching to know, there was no way he would find out. And it would clearly be out of line if he wanted to ask.
He shook all the naughty, meaningless thoughts away and once again, raised his camera to see her, wanting to take a candid picture. Through the lens, Frederick Mortcombe was blown away with awe.
The woman was biting her lower lips as her cheeks now become more pinkish-red. She had on her face the loveliest smile he had ever seen and when she pushed her beautiful brown hair behind the ear, she looked enchantingly coy.
It was picture perfect! Lo, he pressed the button and wished the outcome would do her image justice.
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Audrey Bloodsworth's face was beetroot red! She had never felt as flushed as she had before. Previously in her family's house, when she was asked one thing, she must comply.
That was the only way that could secure her safety, particularly from being tortured. Maybe not completely but by complying with their demands, she would not be provoking the Bloodsworth in any manner.
Yet, here she stood in front of her kind kidnapper who never specifically instructed her to expose herself and she willingly did. Oh, how naive she felt!
She genuinely thought she had to show her tummy, mirroring the image he had shown earlier. If he had given her time, she would even have an excuse to change into a two-piece. But she wouldn't dare. Between possible torture and him daring her to fart, torture was the best worst-case scenario to avoid. And the captive was not going to take any chances!
Alas, now she had to face the consequences for assuming wrongly. At least being humiliated by own mistake was a thousand times better than being tormented. But it did not mean she would not want to crawl in a hole any less.
"Princess, want to see the results?" He invited her to sit next to him on the couch, who had been staring at his gadget intently with that stunning smile on his face.