The rule of three

The captive

The beautiful woman sitting on the bed was still in her purple, transparent nightgown, although it was almost noon.

She was fidgeting on the bed, scared. Today was Thursday, and Thursday was when the awful man visited her.

On other days she could pretend that she was in another place, another world where there was no pain.

But on Thursdays she could not, the pain was too much for her to pretend it was not her reality.

The door burst open. Her ruthless nurse walked in.

"Get up and get dressed." The nurse said. She always had an irritated look plastered on her face.

The woman on the bed did not respond. She did not want to get dressed.

"Are you deaf?" The nurse asked with increased irritation after minutes of silence. "The boss will soon be here, get up and get dressed."

The woman still did not move. But she spoke up now.

"No."

"What did you say?" The nurse asked.

"No." The woman repeated. "No, I won't."

"You seem to have forgotten your place.

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