The wardrobe doors were open, Madison stared at all of the clothes. There was no middle ground. She either dressed in latex and skin-tight dresses or she covered up properly. She would rather the latter, but she couldn’t see it going down well with Jase. As much as she despised doing as he said, until she figured out exactly what she was going to do, it wouldn’t be wise to piss him off.
A few minutes later, she was in the hallway.
“What’s up?” Janine asked hesitantly with furrowed brows when she answered the door. Madison stepped into the room.
“I need to raid your wardrobe,” she said, going straight over and sliding coat hangers back and forth.
“You’re not allowed in here unless Jase says,” Janine whispered, closing her door. Madison pulled out a black dress, looking over her shoulder.
“As you said, there’s only so much they can do.” Janine picked up on Madison’s energy, she had shifted from the other night.
“What’s happened?” she asked, lowering herself down on to the bed. Madison relayed the last few encounters with Jase. She was sat at the dresser table now, twisting her hair up into two buns.
“He called you his plaything?” Janine repeated. Madison nodded.
“And you tried to kill him and he just laughed?” Madison nodded again. Janine closed her eyes, shaking her head. “What the fuck is going on?”
“I don’t know, but I’m not going down without a fight. I’m not going to make this easy for him.” The girls looked at each other, Janine tilted her head. There was no use telling Madison to just sit back and take everything that was thrown at her, she knew that now. Madison really would rather die than be in the house and as a fellow woman, Janine couldn’t allow that. She stood up, going over to her wardrobe.
“This isn’t all bad,” she said, taking out a black lace vest.
“What do you mean?” Madison asked, looking up at her.
“I have an idea but it’s fucking crazy,” Janine replied.
“Try me.” Janine hesitated, stepping over the shoes that were strewn across the floor and laying the top out on the bed.
“The other night, when that guy was touching you up, Jase looked pissed. And if he’s called you his little plaything, that sounds possessive.” Madison curled her lip in disgust.
“I hate that. I’m not his fucking pet.” Janine rubbed her lips together, bobbing her head slowly.
“No, but perhaps being his pet isn’t such a bad thing…” she trailed off. Madison looked at her, confused. Janine rolled her eyes. “I told you it sounded crazy but look at what you already know. You have been closer to Jase than anyone has ever been, he let that happen. Right now, he’s just mad he knows he let that happen and everyone saw it. But he doesn’t hate you. If he hated you, he’d be whoring you out to every Tom, Dick and Harry to teach you a lesson.” She opened a drawer, pulling out a pair of fishnet tights and tossing them on the bed next to the top.
“And you don’t think he plans to at some point, as soon as he gets bored of me?” Madison asked, watching curiously, trying to piece together the point she was making. Janine shook her head.
“No, I don’t think he will. Not so long as you don’t allow him to get bored. Even at the showing, he wouldn’t let anyone touch you, not for long at least.” Madison was still lost and Janine started digging around at the bottom of her wardrobe, clothes being thrown over her shoulders. “If Jase has called you his plaything, I think you can work with that.” She pulled out a pair of light wash ripped jeans, chucking them onto the bed.
“I don’t want to be his plaything,” Madison reiterated. Janine stood up, putting her hands on her hips as she chewed her lip, looking for the last piece of the outfit.
“Got to crack a couple of eggs to make an omelette,” she muttered, pinging a plaid black and white button-up off the hanger, “he likes your anger, stay angry. If he isn’t beating the shit out of you when you talk back, keep doing that. Anything to keep his attention because so long as he has an interest in you and treats you like his property, he won’t let a damn soul near you. Jase doesn’t share, that much is for certain. He doesn’t share his workload; he doesn’t share his spot as top boy; he certainly won’t share his... plaything as he put it.” She pointed to the clothes. “Get changed.”
Madison did as she said, tying the sleeves of the button up into a knot around her waist. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror. Janine stood behind her, holding a pair of heeled ankle boots.
“You’re suggesting I give myself to him, like some sort of peace offering?” Madison asked. Janine smiled.
“Madison, you have something that no girl in this house has ever had; Jase’s attention. Play his game on your terms.” She dropped the boots on the floor in front of her and picked up a velvet black choker from her desk and reached it around Madison’s neck. “If it’s entertainment he wants then give him a show.”