“Just in time,” Vivian said in her thick southern accent. She noticed Pope carrying me into the house and beamed with pride. “Such a gentleman my son is. Makes a momma proud to see her son turned out to be such a proper young man. Demi, you are a lucky girl. A lucky girl indeed.”

I noticed Pope’s jaw clenched as he lowered me to the ground. He was extra careful to make sure that his shirt continued to cover all my private areas. Up until this moment, I had only seen Viv around Pope, but right now Vivian was the one cooking this supper and greeting us with that syrupy voice of hers.

“Go ahead and wash up,” she said casually as she put a bowl of peas on the table that was already set for three.

Pope silently walked toward the kitchen sink and pointed toward an archway leading toward a hallway. “Feel free to use the bathroom.”

I did as he asked, in desperate need of using it. When I returned, both Pope and Vivian were sitting at the kitchen table. If someone were spying on the scene from the window, it would appear as a normal family dinner. That is until I walked in still barefoot and wearing Pope’s shirt.

I sat down at the table and tried not to look Vivian in the eyes. I was scared… terrified that any minute she would snap on me.

“Isn’t this nice,” she began. She reached out her hands to each of us to take hold. “Let us give Grace.”

I took her tiny fingers in mine, then took Pope’s much larger hand that engulfed my own, and stared down at my plate of fried chicken, peas and mashed potatoes. Pope’s palm was warm, and he gave me a slight reassuring squeeze. I needed it. My courage wavered, and I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to keep up this charade.

“Dear Lord, we give thanks for the food before us,” she started. “Your bountiful gifts to us are appreciated. Please watch over my son and his soon-to-be-wife. Help them in their budding courtship and help guide them to live a Godly and pure life. Give them the strength to act according to your plan. Amen.” She looked up at me as I mumbled ‘amen’ as well and locked eyes with me long enough so I could see a warning in them.

“Amen,” Pope said. Without looking at either his mother or me, he picked up his chicken and began eating. I could see he was struggling with the illusion that all was fine, and I wasn’t a captive held against my will pretending to be a part of a happy little family. It was obvious he knew how fucked up this situation was, wasn’t in denial over how crazy and dangerous the woman who’d kidnapped me was, but was determined to keep me safe, and that little bit of knowledge helped me feel less out of control. I had someone in this with me. Pope was on my side, and knowing that little secret gave me the strength to keep going.

“After supper,” Vivian said as she too picked up her chicken and nodded at me to dig in, which I obediently did, “you can take a shower and clean up. Your clothing has been unpacked, hung, and folded neatly in your room.”

“My clothing?” I asked, surprised she had packed my belongings as she was having a man shove me into a moving crate.

“Consider it a gift, child. I went out and bought you a whole new wardrobe fitting of a soon-to-be-wife. Trousers and some of those masculine items you wear just aren’t proper attire. Someone as pretty as you, and with the curves you have, should be accentuating that fact. I bought a bunch of lovely dresses, skirts and blouses, shoes, and even some undergarments that I think will look quite lovely on you. I’m sure Pope will appreciate seeing you dress more feminine.” She looked at Pope who still hadn’t looked up from his plate. “Isn’t that right, Pope?”

He didn’t respond.

“Pope? Isn’t that right?” she asked again with more force.

He glanced up at me, and I tried to plead with my eyes for him to continue to play along. He had to for the sake of Maria and Luis.

He took a deep breath. “Yes, Momma.”

“I might have gone over budget a wee bit.”

“That’s all right, Momma,” he assured her before quickly shoveling a spoonful of potatoes into his mouth as if to keep himself from saying anything further. From saying what he no doubt wanted to say. What any normal man would truly want to say.

She smiled proudly. “I knew you would agree.” She looked at me and leaned in to whisper, “I have a feeling Pope is going to spoil you rotten. His daddy always spoiled me too.”

I gave a weak smile and forced the words to come out. “Thank you. I appreciate your kindness.”

“Now, Pope is the man of the house, so his word is the final say of course. But I gave you your own room. I’m not so old-fashioned to believe that kids these days need to wait until marriage for sex, but I thought it best to give you your own room so—”

“She’ll be sleeping in my room,” Pope interrupted.

His abrupt declaration surprised me, and I almost argued that I wouldn’t be staying with him, but he shot me a look that had me closing my mouth. I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was, but I decided to discuss it with him later. We were on the same team, and I had to remind myself of that.

Vivian opened her mouth in surprise, but then quickly regained her composure as she sipped from her water glass. “Like I said, Pope has the final say.” She gave me a wink. “Men.”

I watched her scoop up a spoonful of peas without even the tiniest of shakes. How was she able to simply turn off the Parkinson’s when she wanted to? It made no sense to me at all. The Viv I had come to know would have never been able to eat peas without several constantly falling off the spoon.

“Do you not like the meal?” Vivian asked. “You’ve barely eaten a thing.”

“I’m not hungry is all,” I answered as I tried to take another bite of the chicken, hoping I wasn’t offending her.

“I completely understand, child. It’s been a long day, and I’m sure your travels have plumb tuckered you out. You’re excused to get in the shower so you can settle in early tonight. You’ll find a nightgown and dressing robe in there waiting for you. I also left a bag of some essentials for you with directions. The bathroom with the good shower is at the end of the hall. Not the one you just used to wash your hands. You’ll want that fancy shower head if you know what I mean.” She giggled, smiled widely, and then used her manicured hand to shoo me off. “Don’t worry about the dishes and cleaning up. I have it all covered. Now go on, child. Take your time.”

I put down the chicken and glanced over at Pope who gave me a slight nod to do as Vivian suggested. “Okay, thank you,” I said as sweetly as I could muster.

Without waiting for another response, I got up and padded my way to the bathroom at the end of the hall. A shower and clothing that consisted of more than Pope’s shirt actually sounded really good. And the alone time beneath the stream of water would help me gather my senses. The chaos of my world muddled my thoughts. I couldn’t tell if I was making wise choices or foolish ones. Should I try to call the police while she and Pope were in the kitchen? Maybe they could rescue me in some type of covert operation. Would Maria and Luis get hurt if Vivian got arrested before she could give the command to Richard? But then I remembered her saying that if she didn’t check in at certain points, bad things would happen. No, I couldn’t risk trying to be the superhero and risk the lives of two people who had no idea they were being used as pawns.

I closed the bathroom door and was pleased to see there was a lock. Turning the tiny lever and hearing the click of the lock engaging was the first time since this awful ordeal I could actually breathe normally. Not that I was safe, or anywhere close to it, but I was alone and locked in a room by myself. Although the momentary sense of security vanished the minute I saw the pile of clothing with a brown paper bag resting on top. I didn’t have to lift the material to see that the nightgown Vivian spoke of was nothing more than a sheer pink nightie with delicate lace around the hem. The nightgown wouldn’t really conceal an inch of my body. There weren’t any panties to go along with the lingerie either. But at least there was a satin robe that would hide the sexy attire, though even the robe would barely cover the cheeks of my ass. There was nothing ladylike about this, and it surprised me that Vivian would pick out something so scandalous when she was preaching not long ago about proper ways.

I picked up the brown paper bag to see what was inside it. Not sure what to expect, I was relieved to first see a razor, a folded piece of paper, and then a box which I couldn’t make out what it was at a quick glance. I grabbed the paper, unfolding it to read what turned out to be a letter, my relief instantly morphing into shock.

Dearest Daughter,

Please enjoy and use these items to enhance your hygiene.

First, I noticed earlier while I was cutting off your awful clothing that your little kitty had far too much hair on it. A proper wife does not have a bush such as the one you have. It is simply unsanitary and quite unsightly. Please use this razor to shave it all off. All of it. Be extra careful around your clit, and be sure to spread your pussy lips to get all those pesky hairs inside. Though it is fair to say that there are several styles one can choose for the grooming of her pussy, in this case, I think it best to be completely bare. That is, until Pope tells you otherwise. So not one little piece of hair should be present when you are done.

Second, is the box inside the bag. It is an anal douche. I would like you to cleanse your anus with it every single time you shower. There are directions on the box if you need, though I think it is pretty clear what you do with it. I will keep a supply under the sink at all times, no worries there, child. A proper wife does not have a dirty bottom hole. You must keep it clean so it is ready if Pope were to want to use it as he sees fit. It is important when you shower, that you are clean in all ways.

I do hope you will not be defiant in my wishes. I will be checking when you are finished with your shower. If you choose to ignore my wishes, you will be punished… or should I say, that Maria will be punished for any act of rebellion. It would be such a shame for Maria to suffer the consequences of you having a hairy vagina and a dirty anus. A shame indeed.

Remember… Momma’s watching. Momma is always watching.

~Vivian

Crumpling up the letter into a ball, I threw it at the wall in disgust. What the fuck was wrong with this woman? This was far more than having a multiple personality disorder. She was perverse. Not only was what she was asking me to do disturbing, the fact that she was asking me to do it at all made my stomach turn. An anal douche! Shave my kitty! Just as I was about to storm out of the bathroom and irrationally give the woman a piece of my mind, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

“Is everything all right in there,” she asked in the kindest of voices.

I cleared my throat to regain some sort of composure. “Yes.”

“Did you get my letter?”

“Yes.”

“Why are you not in the shower yet? You don’t want to be in there all night. Chop, chop.” There was a pause. “I would hate to miss my check-in with Richard because you took too long in the shower. I can’t check in with him until I can be sure you are following my directions.”

My ears rang and the walls of the bathroom seemed to be closing in on me. “I’m getting in now.”

Almost robotically, I turned on the water, removed Pope’s shirt, grabbed the little brown bag, and entered the shower without the slightest care of what the temperature was. I had no choice but to do exactly as Vivian demanded. My pride was not worth Maria’s safety. If I had to stick the anal douche up my ass every day to ensure her safety, I would. I would do anything.

Everything about the shower was a blur. I washed, I shaved, I cleansed all areas inside and out, but it all whirled in my head as I struggled to hold onto reality. I had no plan. I had no solution. I had no way out. All I knew was I had to play along for now. I had to. And when I finally stepped out of my shower, with a bare pussy, and a cleansed bottom hole, I dried off while staring at my reflection in the foggy mirror. Who was this woman staring back at me? She appeared so haunted, so lost.

“Demi?” Pope’s voice came from the other side of the door. “Is everything all right?”

No! Nothing was all right. “Yes,” I called as I reached for my see-through nightie. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Can I get you anything?”

Freedom? “No. Almost done.”

I finished dressing and looked down at my bare pussy. Somehow the pink sheer fabric didn’t conceal the fact that there was no longer any hair covering my sex. If anything, the gown almost seemed to draw attention to that spot—as if announcing the fact that my pussy was now bare.

“I’m going to go turn out the lights and close up the workshop. I’ll be right back, and we can then go to my room and… talk. Is that okay with you?”

I nodded, not that he could see me. “Yes.” Maybe then we could come up with a plan. Anything. Anything to wake up from this sick and demented nightmare. Anything.