Ansuya smiled up at him, hoping to god that she wasn’t letting any of her revulsion show. “Yes, baby. And when you get back, I will show you a night that you and I will remember for a long time.” Alexander nearly tripped over himself trying to get out the door.
When she was finally alone, she walked through the entire condo. The area was large and open that would work against her, but the place was enclosed. There was only a small patio in the back of the kitchen area that seemed to have remained locked for a while.
Ansuya carefully and slowly walked through every inch of the condominium. She memorized the floor plan. There wasn’t a room or corner that her scents did not touch. Alexander would be difficult to handle, but not impossible. These first few days would be the hardest, and the most dangerous for her.
When she was finished, she made her way to the master bathroom. She prepared for her shower and mercifully let warm water flow all over her. Had it been so long since she had let clean running water, flow over her, through her hair, wet every inch of her skin? She looked down at herself and saw just how skinny Kenneth’s drug and feeding tube had made her. Her breasts were almost nonexistent and her butt was every bit as flat and bony as Alexander had alluded to. She would have to be careful for the next few months about just what she ate and how much. Her body would recover, of that she was certain. But she wanted to make sure her body did not hate her in the process. Throwing up her first meals of solid food wouldn’t do her any good.
After she thoroughly cleaned herself and washed and conditioned her hair a few times, she shut off the water with a bit of regret and dried herself. She put back on the only clothes that she had and made herself comfortable in the main sitting room, and waited for her vampire host to return.
Less than thirty minutes later the door crashed open and Alexander came stalking through the entry way. Behind him were two young men, probably employees of the condominium complex, laden down with all manner of bags from various department stores. Alexander jammed a finger at the love seat. The two men laid the assortment of bags down carefully and not even looking for a tip hurried out of the room. Ansuya stood up slowly and looked at her host with concern at the amount of bags that had been accumulated.
Alexander scrubbed his hair with his right hand and gestured towards the bags. “I am never doing that again!” he started pacing back and forth breathing heavily in irritation. That was good, from Ansuya’s point of view. “I have never been asked so many God damned questions about clothes in my life! What size is she? Her bust size, shoe size? What’s her hip length and width, what is her cup size?” He walked into the kitchen and then back out again, “I have no fucking idea what cup size you are or hip size, or shoe size. Why can’t I just go and get a nice-looking dress, or pants and have it be as simple as it usually is for me!”
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He looked hard at Ansuya, “Do you know how many sizes I have for my pants?” Without waiting for her to answer he thrust two fingers up in the air between them, “TWO!!! Just two for a pair of pants! I can walk into any store at any time and find a pair of pants with those two sizes and know that they will fit me, but can woman be that simple, no!” he said sarcastically. “You have one size but one size is not the same in any store for any two different kinds of dresses! I am never going shopping for you or any woman ever again!” He plopped down on an empty sofa. “Go through it all. I’ll be surprised if you find anything that actually fits you, even though I feel like I bought ten different versions of everything hoping to get the right combination.”
Ansuya took a hand full of bags from the love seat and departed to a bed room in the back of the house. She came back out and grabbed the rest of the bags and closed and locked the door behind her.
She dumped the clothes out on the bed all at once. She had everything from what looked like stripper outfits, to cocktail dresses. There were two pairs of business suit pants and a few conservative blouses. She threw away the clothes that she wouldn’t be caught dead in, the cocktail dresses and the stripper outfits. Unfortunately, that only left a small percentage of the clothes remaining and there was no telling what would fit her.
After a few tries she finally had something that resembled decency that did fit her fairly well. Nothing like what she was used to from the Mountain, but it would suffice for now. She was wearing a black skirt that came almost all the way down to her knees. She was wearing a powder blue blouse with some lace around the neck line and a thin leather jacket that framed the plunging v-neckline of the blouse nicely. There was a nice pair of nylons that she considered not wearing but then though better of it. She pulled on the nylons. The shoes Alexander bought were all heels, of course. The only pair that fit was, unfortunately, a black four inch through back heel with leather straps. She decided to count herself lucky, at least she didn’t have to wear the six-inch glass stiletto heeled shoes that she had immediately thrown into the back of the closet.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Even with the shower, she was ashen and her eyes had puffy bags under them. Her muscles had all but withered. Even with her exercises she hadn’t been able to combat the lethargy of Kenneth’s cage completely. Her hair was wispy and dry and her clothes hung off her skeletal frame. She took her image in and accepted it. She had much more serious reasons to want to see Kenneth destroyed and right now, she had a job to do. She walked out of the bedroom with her head high, her chin set, and wrapped herself in her confidence and the power that she held.