Hers

Party

It was already Tuesday and Diana had returned. When she got here, she seemed quite excited for something. She then told me we were having a little party tonight.

Of course, a f*****g party. I have always disliked those things. I hadn't really gone to many as a teenager, didn't see the point. But  I figured it was nothing like an actual high school party.

She told me to dress up. For a f*****g party? I understand trying to be hot but why the hell would I dress up. I was quite annoyed and confused with the entire situation.

She also had said the party would start at approximately 8pm. When she said that, I actually got a headache. I was now missing the days when it was just me here.

I enjoyed just being able to play video games and s**t whenever I wanted. I played Just Dance on the Wii, and found out I am the bomb at it.

I also painted a few paintings. They weren't that bad, to be honest. Being that I have not much experience with drawing. It was four right now which meant I had four hours to get ready.

Bullshit.

~*~

The party had begun fifteen minutes ago and I was debating whether or not I should just skip it. Diana warned me not to say the wrong thing, she said nobody would believe me.

I don't understand how no one would believe me if I said I was drugged and kidnapped and then made a f*****g b***h.

When I went upstairs earlier at four, there was a box on my bed. It had a little note on top of it.

The note said:

Joanne,

This is for the party tonight. I expect you to look

ravishing. Do not disappoint me or make me regret

allowing you to come. I know it will be to your liking.

Enjoy.

~Diana

I decided to wait to open the box until I was finished getting ready. I hope I did my makeup of hair appealingly.

I decided to just go basic and straighten my hair. I feel like my long blonde hair when straight can go with anything, and since I did not know what I was wearing, I played it safe.

By the time I was all done straightening my hair, it was 5:30. I feel like I had more than enough time, so before finishing up I decided to go play a game of Mario kart.

It was 7:00 when I went back to my room. I lost track of time, and I was not even worried. I really was dreading the party. Meeting more people like Diana.

For my makeup I did a Smokey eye. Smokey eye goes with everything, doesn't it? Once my makeup was done, I was pleased with it. It was now 7:45, so I was perfect on timing. Don't know how that is likely.

When I opened the box on my bed, I was very pleased with what was inside. There was a dull red dress, and the material was wonderful. It was silk, and not cheap either.

When I put it on, it fit me like skin. The back of the dress was out, and my butt looked great in it. The front part of the dress hung low, which showed a lot of cleavage. The dress was shorter than I would anticipate.

In conclusion though, it all looked very good. Although, some of the characteristics of the dress were not to my exact liking, I still looked classy.

At 8:30, I decided to go downstairs. I did not want to upset my "master". Bullshit.

There were a lot of people down there. As I was walking around trying to find Diana, lots of eyes were on me. It made me kind of uncomfortable.

When I spotted her, she was with a group of girls that looked older than both of us. Around the age of 30, maybe. I had no idea how old Diana was. Just noticed that.

When Diana saw me walking over, she looked over me very approvingly. Her eyes went very slowly up and down. When our eyes met, I gave her an aggravated look. She then arched her eyebrows at me and told me to come over.

She introduced me to all the females she was with, and my favorite one was Janet. She had short brown hair and light brown eyes. I found her very funny, but other than laughing now and then, I was quiet.

Diana whispered into my ear "Stop acting like that. Talk, do something. You look dumb just sitting there."

I then did something I knew I would regret so much. I don't know why I did it, but I did and I know I would pay for it. It was not even necessary either, I was just being a b***h.

Or, maybe she deserved it being that she f*****g kidnapped me. It always comes back to what she did. But no matter what, I knew where I stood. I knew what I was and was not allowed to do, even if that wasn't how it should be. 

I f*****g smacked her in the face. In front of everyone that was in that room. I actually hit her across the face. After it happened, I was just so mad I did not notice what I had done.

When it hit me after a minute, I cursed to myself under my breath. Almost everyone was looking at us, and I suddenly felt embarrassed and kind of guilty.

Guilty? For what? I had no reason to be guilty. I shouldn't  feel guilty for anything. Maybe I felt guilty for the fact that I had just mortified her in front of all her friends. If that's what they are. Or maybe I was just guilty that I laid a hand on her.

I don't know what my reason for it was. She did say I looked dumb just sitting here, is that really a reason to hit someone though?

After a few minutes a surprise and embarrassment, it was all replaced with fear. It was weird how much I was frightened by this woman. She was not much larger than me, only in the arms by a slight difference.

I got up from where I was and headed up to my room. When I closed the door behind me, I started cursing to my self.

"s**t. s**t. s**t. The f**k did you do Joanne. Why are you so stupid. My f*****g god."

I knew I was going to get punished. She said if I disobeyed her I would get punished, and I did something so much worse than that. I f*****g actually slapped her in front of her friends.

I tried to go to sleep, maybe she would not bother me if I was asleep. But I just could not keep my eyes closed. I changed into short yoga shorts and a black tight tank top.

At around 11:00 pm, the last few people left. When I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, I started worrying and panicking what was going to happen.

When she opened the door, she looked at me with pure anger in her eyes. She was smiling, but not happily. It was wicked, evil. She looked like she wanted to wring my neck.

She started laughing, evilly of course.

"You little b***h" was the last thing I heard before I was being dragged out of my room.