Wedding Preparations

Arabella sat in solemn silence.

In front of her, was a large mirror, stationed to watch her looks.

The lady - the one who had come in the day or night before - was here again. Last night had been to take measurements, tonight seemed to be for testing makeup looks and products.

Of a truth, she was tired.

She had been tired since she first opened her eyes and found that she was away from her master. She was tired to living, tired of breathing, tired of sitting down, or rather, being strapped down to a chair. She was tired of the hopeless feeling tugging at her heartstrings and making fun of her, daring her to have faith.

The one thing that made her more sick than anything else, was the smug grin of satisfaction on the face of the old man.

She could see him as he stood in front of the mirror. His eyes wandered over her, down to the dress that rested off her shoulders. His dark eyes sparkled with more lust and greed.

He liked what he saw, and the knowledge caused her stomach to rev