He locked me in here. No windows, two doors. A bathroom and the hallway. I am on the floor curled up in a ball. I am not getting on that bed. Quin is probably watching me and I am not going to abide by his rules. I fall asleep in the corner of the room. The door opens and my eyes fly open. “Get dressed, you have clothes in the closet. MEet me in the hall when you are done.” Quin is pissed. He leaves and I get up going to the closet. There are all sorts of dresses. They are all made to fit me but I hate dresses. He is doing this on purpose. I walk out to the hallway and he frowns. “I am not wearing any of those dresses.” “You can either put one on your self or I will put it on for you.” He watches me. “You wouldn't” I back up slightly “Put one of them on.” He walks towards me. “Quin, I am not wearing a dress.” I stand my ground. I refuse to wear on of them. He sighs, picking me up he throws me over his shoulder and walks back into the room. He goes to the close...
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