Chapter 2

I was slow to wake. In fact I didn't wake up by myself. There was a person knocking on my door, which was strange because I lived alone.

Even if it was at the door at my apartment, it wouldn't have been so prominent.

"Madam Arabelle!", a strange voice called out.

It was probably for my neighbours but that didn't explain why it sounded as if it was just outside my room door.

The person called out once more before opening the door. I layed still, acting as if I was still sleeping. Whoever it was would just take whatever they came for and hopefully leave me unharmed.

It could be an intruder and I didn't want to risk getting hurt, my budget couldn't afford an untimely injury.

The person walked around a bit before coming to stand by my side. They stayed there for a while before trying to wake me up.

They gently tapped my shoulders. It was so soft that I barely felt it. Who the hell would wake up from that?

"Madam Arabelle you need to awake now from your slumber, breakfast is ready and your parents await your arrival", the voice said in a gentle tone.

I made a grand act in waking up. Stretching and yawning, I even went as far as to rub my eyes so that it appeared as if I was trying to make sense of the morning.

The first thing that caught my eye was that I was in a larger bed. The bed seemed to go on for ages before ending and then I realized how bigger the room was.

This was not my room.

There was a large chandelier hanging from the centre of the very high ceiling. The walls were wine red and had several paintings that looked, and were no doubt, expensive.

A slight whir brought my attention to the fact that the room was so cool. It was in the middle of the summer and the heat was at its peak.

The apartment which I lived in was too run down to afford air conditioning and even if it did install some units I would never in my life time be able to afford it.

So it begs me to ask the question, just where the fuck am I?

My eyes finally made contact with the person who woke me up. It appeared to be a lady, not really sure if that was her preferred gender, and she owned blues eyes that were surrounded by dark eyelashes.

Her short, brown hair framed her round, baby like face. She seemed to be no taller than five feet and four inches and was dressed in a fancy black and white maid's outfit.

She was stunning.

This could never have been happening in real life. This had to be some sort of weird dream I was having.

I would wake up and realize that I still had to get up and go to my awfully tiring job, that is if I even still had one after that incident.

Slowly, I lifted my body from the comforts of the bed and made my way to the first door I saw and exited the room.

The sight that I was greeted with was surely a beauty. Everything just seemed to sparkle and shine, it was as if everything was gold.

If I thought that the ceilings from the room which I just left was high then this one was far more impressive and was way higher.

"Madam won't you go and freshen up before heading down for breakfast?", the maid questioned, stopping me from going anywhere further.

It didn't occur to me that in this dream land of mine the bedroom would be built in with its own private bathroom.

I changed my direction and headed for the other door that I saw only to be greeted with a whole different room that could be identified as the closet area.

The maid watched me examine the closet before she showed me the bathroom. Giving me a small, nervous chuckle she closed the door behind me. Leaving me in the bathroom.

Now that I was alone I had the time to examine the room.

The bathroom was just as magnificent as everything else I had seen before and like the bedroom the walls were wine red. It had a jacuzzi, which was accompanied by a shower. If I could even call it that, the thing was huge.

There were different gold ornaments on the walls and the mirror was surrounded with intricate patterns.

Then I made eye contact with the eyes in the mirror and the sight surely was a shocker. Instead of my usual hazel eyes I was greeted with some big, bright green orbs.

The person had long and extremely smooth blonde hair and her skin was pale and soft to the touch.

This was not me.

Is this even still a dream?

Was this a dream in the first place?

If it was then who was this goddess of a women I was staring at?

I pinched the skin hard enough to form a small pink bruise. It hurt, a lot. So that proved that I was not in fact dreaming.

That explains why the maid wasn't wearing a more sexy maid uniform or didn't start undressing us both.

My dreams weren't all that innocent. With a hectic day at work the last thing I needed was some complicated shit while I'm sleeping.

It was safe to say that I was a lesbian. Been one for as long as I could remember. I dated and hooked up with only girls.

Lately however things had been a bit dry. I rarely left the confines of my home. I was stuck with my fingers whenever I needed a quick release.

I just wanted answers.

Where am I?

What am I doing here?

How long will I be here for?

All these questions and no answers.

I tried to take a quick shower with the first body wash I could find and then I felt the feeling of the warm water against my body. It calmed the distress that I was currently experiencing.

At my apartment there was no such thing as hot or warm water. Not unless you planned on boiling it before showering. Which was not worth it.

Believe me I tried.

"Madam Arabelle, I placed your clothes on the bed for when you are ready", the same voice from this morning informed me from outside the bathroom door.

It reminded me that my 'parents' were waiting for me so that we could have breakfast.

I finished my shower, dried off and went to finish getting ready. After fifteen minutes of wandering around the room I finally made my way down stairs.

The parts of the house that I had seen so far was extremely impressive. They all had several paintings, pictures and antique items all around. I had also noticed some family photos on the different walls.

I was still glancing around when I bumped into a rather soft body.

"Arabelle, you're awfully late to breakfast", a voice said in a playful tone.

The person in front me was ravishing. Her grey eyes held a happy feeling to them and her dark hair fell straight down to her waist.

Upon seeing her dark locks I was moved with a great feeling to run my hands through her beautiful curls and feel if they were as soft as they looked.

This woman looked as if she had been blessed by Aphrodite herself.