Page 3 of Owned By Frank
I quickly look for some opening in the room, some window or something similar but it is useless, there is nothing. The room has all the walls in a white color and the tile is the same shade.
I can't take it anymore and I fall apart on the spot. I put my head on my knees and curl up in the middle of it all and then cry silently.
The woman knocks hard on the door making me afraid; my legs act almost instantly while my hands help me get the dirty clothes off my body.
I wash my hair as good as possible, my arms and legs as well. I enjoy the warm water even if it's only for a few minutes. The door rings again but this time it rings more desperately.
- You must leave now. - says the voice of that young woman.
No answer. I get out of the tub and take one of the towels from the drawers and tangle it up in my body and then get out.
The young woman is waiting for me standing with her arms crossed. She's not upset, that relieves me.
It comes to me and without waiting any longer it starts drying my hair, my arms and my legs to leave me like this, completely dry.
She gives me a bra and panties, I ignore everythingand put them on. She extends a red dress to me. I get confused when I see the design. The dress is quite short, not surprisingly if I wear it and it shows too much skin.
- Put it on. It’s an order.
I take it slowly and then put it on. I tell her when I'm ready; she approaches and positions herself behind my back. She adjusts the corset to form my waist and then focuses on making my breasts look more provocative.
What is this?
What am I doing here?
Finishing with my attire, I get a pair of heels of the same color, the size is enormous that makes me doubt if I will really be able to walk with them.
- Put them on. – she repeats.
I do what she tells me, I put them on without any complaint. Her hand takes my arm and brings me closer to the hairdresser. She sits me on the small bench and positions herself behind my back again.
She starts making waves with my hair and puts some perfume on me. After finishing that part she sits down in front of me.
She puts makeup on my face, she does it very carefully. Finishing, she continues with the shadows on my eyelids, while she does it, she hums a song that makes me even more nervous than I already am.
- Listen to me very well – she says energetically - in a matter of minutes you will go out there in front of several men, they will see what follows. When you are on the platform you must follow three fundamental rules, if you do not follow them consider yourself dead by the end of the night.
Is it already night? I don't know. I can't even know that. I just sit there, now I can't refuse, not if I want to get out of here alive.
- The first rule is not to talk, don't say anything at all, keep your mouth shut all the time. The second rule is that once you have an owner you must not say anything about your origin, nothing about who your parents are, where you live or anything like that and last but not least, don't try to run away in there or you will be shot between the eyebrows...
My body trembles with despair.
What did you just say?!
- O-owner...? - I ask in disbelief.
She tries to talk to me, but she runs out of words when the door is opened wide.
- Is it ready yet? - asks the guy with the scars.
- Perfectly ready. - says the girl lowering her head.
The guy rushes up to me and with one hand grabs my cheek. He examines my face carefully and seconds later makes a satisfied face.
- Perfect, you are very beautiful and I have no doubt that you will make us earn good wool today - she laughs stupidly and then turns to the other girl - Candy...
- Yes my lord? - she asks submissively.
