Thread: Lost in a Labyrinth (SweetxVictorian)

The sensation of a lock and collar at her neck forced her to contemplate the decision shed just made. No really, how many people tried to run? Were others more informed than shed bothered to become? Why would someone sign a contract then try to run off? She fingered the cold metal as it glimmered in the dim light from the fireplace. Once offered an unrestricted choice for dinner, her response was immediate. Duck, the request border lined on rude due to the haste of the delivery. But if thats too much I understand. I dont have any allergies. While the driver wasnt half as impressive as the butler had been, the luxurious sedan made up for it. With the door held open she slipped in as gently as possible she felt guilty putting any weight at all on the leather. Emily didnt even want to think about what her shoes were doing to the floor. After mentioning that the supply store was on the way, she figured that now would be as good of a time as any to lay her cards on the table. I dont really.. have a home to pack up. I liquidated everything that wouldnt fit into my backpack. Well, except for the bike. That had been abandoned at the sight of the Mercedes. Oops. Pulling up at the store Emily clutched to her gift card. Shed be spending five hundred dollars. The sum almost seemed impossible. She grabbed a cart and attempted to form some sort of plan. Im probably a small. Can you find long sleeved shirts and running pants? Black ones. Or as dark as possible. No neon stuff. After sending him on his quest, she headed to the shoe section. She found something appropriate for cross-country running and avoided the bright colors once more. The survival gear came next a couple of rations for nutrition, a canteen to fill, and even a small fire kit were added to her haul. Two paracord bracelets, a small tarp, and two flashlights went next. One of them ran on batteries, the other was crank operated. Anything more would have weighed her down severely. The majority of the giftcard was spent on her shoes, leaving her under budget just enough to grab a granola bar. She emptied her backpack right there and placed anything she wouldnt need in the morning into the duffel bag shed been supplied with to store her belongings in. Maybe hed think she had a home after all. All of her gear fit perfectly into her bag. A sigh of relief was offered before returning back to the sedan. The spa was indeed very chic. With walls and floors made of polished marble, Emily quietly made her way through the front door. The receptionists looked on edge at her presence one of them was already prepared to call security. I have a card, she presented the plastic. Having verified the cards authenticity, she still felt rather unwelcome. They probably thought she stole it. Regardless, a list of various services was handed over for her to choose from. The prices for some of the services were ridiculous no wonder the card had such a sum on it. She settled for a deep tissue massage and something called a leg rejuvenation. Having learned that any patron could use their locker room, Emily decided she would just wash her own hair. Both of the massages were worth every penny. The deep massage was slightly uncomfortable at first, but by the time the masseuse was finished not a single ounce of tension remained. She felt lighter, as if her life had dramatically changed. The second treatment ended up being a massage focused specifically for legs and was followed by a mint scrub that made her skin tingle. The whole experience ended far sooner than she wished it had, and with 45 minutes to spare, she was at the front of the building. Peering about for a moment or two, she spotted her driver. Freshly showered and smelling of lavenders, the girl melted into the seat of the sedan, enjoying the ride back to the mansion. She even took a small sampling of the whiskey.