Shut Down

She is very tired and exhausted. Seems that all her energy was drained. Not from the traveling but from controlling herself from anger.

The moment she entered the room, she closed the door and let go of the cry that she was holding downstairs, in front of Mr. Heartless. She covered her mouth with the pillow she saw on the bed so he could not hear her sob. She doesn't know how long she's been crying. But when she finally calmed down, she opened her suitcase and took a set of clean clothes, her undergarments, and her toiletries. She put down her clothes on the bed and went into the bathroom.

She needs to clean herself up. Aside from the dust, though the aircon was on when they entered, that seemed to be country roads; he turned off the aircon and opened the windows. She looks around to see if there are some people, but there are none. 

She wants to clean her sticky face. Sticky from tears and runny nose. She enters the bathroom to take a shower. Her reflection in the mirror shocks her. Her eyes are red and popping out, like a Garfield, she thought. And her hair is a mess. She looks like the one who's just risen from the grave in the horror movies.

She peels off her clothes and piles them on top of the sink counter. She stepped into the shower cubicle with her toiletries. She puts it on the rack on her upper right. She adjusts the shower head that will aim at her chest. Then turn it on; the first drop made her wince. It's cold, but she let it penetrate her skin.

 

And when her body adjusted to the cold water, she loosened her hair. It has been tied up in a messy bun since they left Paris yesterday. She never let her hair down whenever she was outside. She only unties it at night when she is sleeping.

After she untied her hair and put the elastic band on the rack. She takes out her sponge and puts the amount of body wash to scrub her wet body. She squeezed out the soapy sponge under the water until it was fully clear, and she put it back on the rack. She makes her hair wet. Then she squeezed some amount of her vanilla fragrance shampoo in her palm and rubbed it in her wet hair. After a while she rinsed it until it was soapy-free, then she squeezed the water from her hair. She squeezes an amount of conditioner in her palm and rubs it in her hair; she massages it from root to tip. She let it stand for two minutes, but she lost her thought that she'd been massaging her scalp for a little while; she shivered from coldness. She quickly turns on the shower and rinses her hair.

She is drying herself when she hears a knock. She stops and listens if it's in her room. But there's no more knock, so she continues to dry her hair and her body. She could hear another knock, but this time with a threatening voice from the heartless man. 

"Dinner's ready. Come down now and eat if you don't want me to open this door and drag you down to eat," she heard him saying from outside the bedroom door. 

The nerve of him threatening her.

"Damn you, Mr. Heartless. Wait 'til I'm finished," she said to herself. 

She made a rule that she would never talk to him. She will shut her mouth while she's in this house. She will take her time. She will not rush because he said so. No way.

She is burning in rage. 'Control Shiloh,' she said to herself. She opens the bathroom door and takes the clothes she has prepared on the bed and walks back to the bathroom. She drops the towel on the counter and puts on her undergarments and the new set of clean clothes. She put her wet hair into a messy bun and took a band from the rack inside the shower.

After she's done, she walks to the bedroom door to open it. She saw him standing there with his hands in his pockets. She walked past him like seeing no one. How dare he threaten her? He already captured her defenseless.

When she reached the dining room, she just stood there. She heard him say, 'Sit,' and she sat down like a robot. Followed by 'Eat,' is she a dog to order her like that? But she never said anything. The food on her plate is too much for her; she can only take the potato and beans.

When she's done eating, he asks. 

"You don't like meat?" she only nodded no. 

He forked it from her plate and put it in his. He asked again, 

"Wine?" She nodded, then stood up, leaving the dining. She can't stay there any longer.

She marches to the staircase and goes up to the bedroom. She closed the door and sat on the bed. She remembers her towel and other things in the bathroom, so she stands up and takes care of the things. She hangs her towel on the towel rack, and then she takes out her toiletries and rinses them. She lined them up on the sink counter. She takes out her toothbrush and toothpaste. She brushes her teeth. After applying a moisturizer to her face, hands, and legs, she comes out of the bathroom.

She takes out her hair dryer from her suitcase, and back to the bathroom she goes, finding where she can plug in the hair dryer. When she found it inside the small cabinet for the first aid kit. She plugs in and dries her hair. When she's done, she combs it until smooth and then climbs into her bed. She is about to lie down when she remembers that the pillow has been soaked in her tears and runny nose. 'Ew'

She takes out the pillowcase and finds some extra pillowcases in the cabinets. She found one, but it doesn't match. Doesn't matter, she thought. She's his captive and has no choice. She put on the new pillowcase, switched off the light, and slept. She needs energy. She doesn't know what will be going on the next day.