"Oh. My. Fucking. God." I repeated, unable to say anything else because I was too shocked with my appearance.As if the dress and the stockings weren't enough, the stupid woman had put bright red lipstick and lip liner to make my lips as red as the dress. She'd put a layer of foundation on both my face and my stomach and she'd put some blusher on my cheeks. Then she'd put layers of mascara on my eyelashes so they were about three times the length. My nails and toes had been painted redbut my black hair had been left alone thankfully. I looked like a prostitute and I was absolutely freezing! I might as well have not been wearing any clothes because they scraps of matieral I did have on didn't cover much."I look awful! What the hell have you done to me?" I shouted and tried to hit the make-up woman but the guy just grabbed my wrists and pulled me up against him so I couldn't get away."Count yourself lucky. Some girls are forced to go on stage wearing nothing apa

I opened the door and looked around, not able to believe how big the room was. I bet my whole house could have fit in his office. Ok, maybe a slight exaggeration but my living room and kitchen would have been able to it in it at least,which seemed ridiculous. Who needed such a large office? What did he even do for a living apart from illegally buying girls for their own personal needs? I scanned the place but I couldn't see Zach at all, even though I just heard his voice when he was outside. So where was he?"I would ask you if you like my office, but I wouldn't want you to punch the wall and hurt your other hand. You'd be no use to me whatsoever if that happened," his voice rang out and I scanned the room, searching for him."Maybe I should injure my other hand, because if I'm no use to you, you'll either kill me or set me free, so I don't see a bad side to this plan." He chuckled and a blur shot in front of me before disappearing and I assumed it was him trying to pl

I quickly turned around, my eyes straining to see if I was able to make out his outline by the door. But as he'd turned the lights off I was just looking into darkness, hating the fact that he could see me but I couldn't see him. He had a thing about switching lights off obviously, but I didn't think it was because he wanted to keep the cost of his electricity bill down. "Turn the lights back on," I demanded, knowing I was wasting my breath and him chuckling was conformation of him ignoring me. "And why would I do that? I can see perfectly well." I rolled my eyes, my fists clenching at my sides as it took everything I had in me to not attempt to murder him. "Just because you have weird vision where you can see in complete darkness doesn't mean everyone else does. Unlike you, I'm normal." Footsteps approached me slowly and as much as I tried to back away from him, I soon slammed into a wall, trapping me and I felt him take a step into my personal bubbl

The sound of rain was the first thing I heard when darkness finally released me from its clutches. It was quite soothing in a way, calming me down for a few minutes whilst my mind woke up. I felt like someone had drugged me because my body felt like lead, meaning that it was a struggle to even open my eyes. I was in pain and very sore from the events last night and it was painful to even think about what I had done. I shuddered as I attempted to get up, but the sudden change in pressure on my injured back made me lie still as it increased the pain.Sighing, I settled down into the position I woke up in, hoping that the pain would lessen soon. My eyelids were heavy and difficult to lift up even when I put all my energy into attempting to open them, but it was no use. Even though I wasn’t tied to the bed and I was able to move freely, I was still trapped because I was too sore to move.My mind casted back to yesterday, wincing when the picture of me pleasuring him

As soon as our lips touched, his anger hit me like l had run into a brick wall. It was so intense that I wanted to break away from him but I knew that he wasn't going to let me. I had been the one to kiss him and now I had to go through with it even if I regretted my actions, which I did. After a millisecond of our lips touching I realised what a big mistake I had made because he was going to take this a lot further than kissing, that was for sure.He responded instantly, kissing me roughly and harshly, channelling his rage into it so I did the same, making sure he felt every ounce of anger that I felt towards him. His hands let go of my wrists and they moved lower, gripping my waist tightly to the point where it started to hurt pretty badly. I was pressed right up against the wall and, using his body, he pushed me upwards, not once breaking the kiss. I struggled to get onto my feet but he left me no choice but to stand otherwise I’d be leaning on him for support and I