The Chance

Marcel woke up early in the morning. Patricia was dozing and didn't notice that he carefully got up and went down to the kitchen to make breakfast. It only took a moment to arrange everything on the tray and he brought her breakfast in bed.

He quietly placed the coaster on the table and opened the wardrobe door with a slight creak. He turned and checked that he hadn't woken her up yet. She continued to sleep. He started rummaging through clothes, shoes, and his eyes also fell on the makeup table and the nail polish shelf. A light bulb appeared over his head.

Today he will play with his doll again. He ran out of the closet and jumped happily onto the bed with arms full of things he grabbed. Patricia immediately awoke and sat up. He showed her what he found, she rolled her eyes and lay back down with both hands over her head.

His enthusiasm didn't leave him and he started babbling about what they were going to do together today. Patricia took the pillow, put it on her face, and pressed hard. Marcel dropped his things on the bed and sat down on the opposite side. He pulled the pillow from her head and pointed a finger at the pancakes with cherry jam.

Patricia looked at him in surprise. "How do you know?" He just grinned. “I did my homework on you.” Creepy! So he had to follow her for a long time to find out what she liked. Then her eyes fell on the pile of stuff lying on the bed... except for a few things. What was lying there was not her taste.

He lined the head of the bed with pillows for her to lean on, then began to feed her personally. She felt like a leper who couldn't do anything on her own. She persuaded him about the fact that she could eat by herself, but he just wouldn't listen.

When she reached for the fork and knife, he just pulled the entire tray aside so she couldn't reach it. He told her not to spoil the little joy he got from it. She sighed and resigned. She let him feed her. Grinning, he devoted himself to her until the last bite.

The same thing repeated again with the tea. Patricia wanted to do it by herself, but he wouldn't let her grab the warm mug. "I don't want you to burn your little paws. Leave it to me!” He held the mug by the handle and the bottom close to her mouth. He turned the metal straw towards her. She glanced after him and took a sip. She felt like a helpless toddler to be cared for. It offended her.

After breakfast, he dressed her in the dress he had chosen earlier. He took comfort in it and was generally in a good mood. Out of the blue, he dropped the chain. "You won't need it today, especially not because the house is locked and I'm not going anywhere today. You can move around the house as you please and do whatever you want, but first, you have to gift me some of your time."

He wanted her to wear shoes since the cave floor was cold, but he didn't count on her having such small feet. He guessed a size thirty-six to thirty-seven like most women. She surprised him with the fact that her leg was thirty-three to thirty-four.

He wasn't unhappy about it, on the contrary, it warmed his heart because he felt like he owned a real live doll with tiny feet. For now, she had to settle for wearing slippers two sizes bigger, but even that counted for him, and he melted when he saw her standing in them.

Patricia was just annoyed and nervously puffed. Marcel decided to go down. On the threshold of the door, he called her to come with him. She didn't have much of a choice, now that she had the chain down, she wanted to run and stretch.

In the living room, he asked her to sit on the couch with her back to him. Patricia looked at him in disbelief and he just told her he wanted to brush her hair. Even so, she remained alert, but finally turned around. He was really carefully scrambling through her hair. He tied them into a smaller ponytail with a big bow and left the rest loose.

Nail polish followed shortly after the hairstyling. Slowly, finger by finger, he worked his way through until all ten on her hands were covered in a soft pearly pink color, just like the ruffled, short dress she was wearing.

However, it did not end there. He took out her right leg and started painting on it. He gently and precisely managed to paint even the smallest nails without a single mistake. While everything dried, he ran to the kitchen for lunch.

He ordered a pizza beforehand, which he heated and finally served. He turned on the TV and played a horror movie. At least something for her. Sweet romantic movies were not to her taste. Marcel threw a blanket over himself and Patricia, held her close, and they watched the movie together. He dozed off.

Patricia saw her chance in this. She carefully removed his hand from her shoulders. She walked quietly and carefully to the door with her bare feet. She gently pressed the handle down, so that it didn't make the slightest sound. It was indeed locked.

She went to the kitchen; there in the corner on the right, behind the wall sat a mannequin in a dress and a wig, which at first scared her, that someone was sitting there. Her heart was pounding so hard that she clutched her chest. The pounding was rumbling in her ears and she was worried that Marcel might hear it too.

She wanted to make sure that there wasn't another door to the outside in that room. However, the whole thing was just a glass wall through which she could see the other side. At the same time, she could also see the hideous thick door, through which she came here in the first place. That will probably be locked as well.

Rummaging through the drawers she found many things like knives, spoons, basically stuff for cooking, but the meat tenderizer would probably be best for some protection. She didn't plan to kill him, just to stun him a bit and search his pockets. He must be hiding the keys there.

She crept up to the sleeping Marcel. He was sweetly dreaming on the couch, Patricia was already holding her hand with the tenderizer above her head and calculating how hard she should hit him and if at all... She was afraid of overdoing it, she didn't want to kill him.

At that moment, he opened his eyes and they stared at each other for a few seconds. Patricia ran to the kitchen and Marcel followed her. They made a circle around the table and stood on opposite sides. Marcel had a stony expression on his face.

It scared Patricia and she finally decided to run upstairs to the bathroom, which had a key inside. She ran with a chair in her hand. She dragged it along and then let go. She tried to slow Marcel down with it. She ran up two flights of stairs. She wanted to cut it across the bed, but Marcel caught up with her and pulled her to the ground.

She stood up and he just grabbed her by both of her arms and pushed her against the wardrobe door. He still had a cold look on his face. Patricia was constantly clutching the tenderizer in her right hand. He squeezed her wrist. She looked at him and tried to hold it, but his grip was too strong and the tenderizer fell to the ground with a thud.

Marcel kicked it behind him and finally let go of her hands. She stared into his eyes, not understanding. He raised his hand and she was startled and tried to protect her head. Nothing happened... no blow... just some caressing motion on the top of the head.

Confused, she looked up at him again and her hands slowly slid down. He took her into his embrace and started rocking her from side to side. "I understand why you tried to do that, you have to get used to this lifestyle and that takes time. I don't blame you, and I'm glad you hesitated. I take that as a good sign. But I guess I let you off the hook too soon. We have time for this until the end of our lives."

He lifted her in his arms, placed her on the bed, and put the chain back on her ankle. Patricia just laid motionless and defeated on the bed and let him do as he pleased. He picked up the tenderizer and carried it back to the kitchen.

Finally, they took a shower, changed into pajamas, and went to sleep. Marcel acted as if nothing had happened and contentedly cuddled up to her and slowly fell asleep. Although Patricia was disappointed that she didn't take the chance and didn't manage to escape, she was glad that he took it so "lightly". It didn't take long and after a while, she finally fell asleep.