Page 11 of Grand Master

What the fuck? I stood still for minutes taking in the room.

It was overloaded with nice pieces that looked expensive.

Clothes with tags still on them, New Balance tennis shoes of every color were stacked to the ceiling in glass boxes.

Next to the shoes were heels then nice sandals.

There were even Birkin bags on the other side of the room next to a huge vanity with bright lights.

The walls inside were bare, yet the black paint on the walls reminded me that I was still held captive in a dark place.

I walked towards the vanity and looked at myself.

I had bags underneath my eyes, my skin was ashy, and parts of my hair was matted down.

I got lost staring in my own eyes, all the heavy burdens that I felt came tumbling down at once.

A painful lump crawled up my throat as I pressed my hands against the top of the white vanity.

I rocked back and forth and let out a loud wail.

I thought my heart was broken enough, but it shattered more as I continued to cry what was left of my soul.

All of this was nice, but I had a gut feeling that this was going to be the opposite of how good everything looked.

I didn’t know what the hell this Grand guy wanted from me.

Staress said this was my closet…then she would take me to my bathroom as if I really had a permanent place here.

This was some sick twisted shit, the type of shit that I would only read about now I was living through it.

I got myself together ten minutes later when Staress knocked at the door.

Swallowing down my sorrows, I took the funky clothes off then placed them in an empty hamper.

I told her to give me five more minutes, then went through the racks of clothes.

He wanted me to dress elegantly; I planned on doing the opposite. I went to the black wood dresser and found that this sick fuck knew my sizes well. The panties were a one X, the bra a thirty-four double D. I sat them on top of the vanity and picked out a black Nike T-shirt dress with sandals.

On the back of the door was an all-black Versace robe.

I didn’t want to funk it up but had to since I didn’t want to walk out of this room ass naked.

I opened the door and Staress was engrossed into her phone.

She looked up at me and smiled warmly then nodded her head to the left for me to follow her.

“Your food will be ready once you shower. The chef made your favorite; you just have to eat it fast enough because Grand is very impatient. Always remember that we are on his time. Time is of the essence.” She said over her shoulder stopping at the last door in the hallway.

“How does he know my sizes, and what my favorite foods are?” I swallowed down hard and stared at her back intently waiting for her to answer me.

She turned slowly and smirked.

“Darius informed him. Is all I will say.” She chuckled dryly, then opened the door.

I shut my eyes for a couple of seconds as a wave of nauseousness hit me. Did Darius set me up with Grand? What the fuck was really going on?

“Try not to think too deep into it. Nothing is ever what it appears to be in your head when it comes to Grand. Now go ahead and enjoy your shower, you have about an hour to shower, dress then eat. It’s not a good thing if he comes looking for you.

That would normally come with a punishment.

” She smiled sincerely then stepped to the side to let me inside of the bathroom.

“The same way you entered; is the same way you exit. I’ll be waiting for you once you are done. Enjoy.” She walked down the hall leaving me standing there with a million thoughts crossing my mind.

I shut my eyes for a few seconds before my bare feet pressed against the cold black marble floor.

For a moment I just stood frozen, like my body forgot how to move.

With the weight of the world on my weak shoulders my arms hung limp at my sides.

Darius name was mentioned… How the hell did he know Darius?

I let out a frustrated sigh then squinted my eyes trying to take in the dimly lit bathroom.

I took two more steps and the lights brightened.

For a couple of seconds, I forgot how to breathe.

The bathroom was something I never seen before.

Everything inside was unapologetically black.

The walls were paneled with glossy obsidian tiles that stretched up to a vaulted ceiling, that shined like mirrors.

The room swallowed me whole, sealing me inside a nightmare dressed in luxury. It was breathtaking. Gothic arches curved into the high ceiling which looked like it was carved from black stones with touches of silver. The air inside was just as cold as the room that I had been locked in for days.

I looked around in amazement, then my eyes landed on the owls.

Dozens of them, each one was carefully engraved into the marble walls, some of the owls held scrolls in their claws, while others clutched chess pieces, their beaks locked around black kings and queens chess pieces.

My stomach twisted as I took in the entire floor. It was a chess board.

White and jet-black marble tiles stretched beneath my feet; the floor was polished so good it served as a mirror.

Small blood-red painted pawns were scattered across the floor like discarded sacrifices.

Chills crept up my spine as I came to a sick revelation.

My eyes snapped over to my reflection, and automatically I felt like I didn’t belong in here.

The countertops were jet black granite with gold figurines of owls lined up in a neat row like guardians.

Some of them had ruby eyes with their wings behind their backs, while others had their wings stretched frozen midair.

I looked up at the ceiling, and the chandelier wasn’t dainty with bright crystals.

It was carved from black metal with fake owls perched on every branch staring down from the ceiling like they were judging me.

Through their eyes shined bright lights.

I looked down at the marble floor, and the owls’ wings cast a darker shadow against it.

It was all beautiful, twisted, and sort of hypnotic.

I looked at the far side of the wall at a massive mirror that stretched across the sink framed in gold with small chess pieces engraved at the corners.

This is his bathroom; he’s obsessed with chess and owls…

It’s all a fucking game to his sick ass…

I frowned, at my own fucked-up reflection.

He thinks, I’m Alice, lost in his wonderland…

My stomach twisted again in knots. How the hell will I ever get free?

My eyes landed on the massive clawfoot tub.

There was another chandelier shaped like a cage.

Inside of it was a mechanical owl that rotated slowly, its eyes glowed red.

I was officially spooked out, it felt like I was being watched as I drifted further inside.

Each loud breath I took echoed off the walls.

I wrapped my arms around myself as my throat tightened.

My eyes traced every detail of the bathroom over and over.

This couldn’t be real, the owls, the chessboard, down to the petals painted perfectly on the marble floors, which wasn’t real.

I didn’t have to be told that he designed this place.

Grand didn’t just play the game…he owned it, and everyone here was at his mercy.

I was nothing more but a captured piece in his game that would be forced to play until time revealed why.