He stepped back, a bit shocked at her outburst towards him.
“Well, there you are wrong.” He breathed.
“You haven’t satisfied our customers nor have you made Warehouse 17 any money off of your ugly ass! And for that you will be punished,” he hissed in her face.
“No,” she said bravely, looking back at the heavy set man who wore a cowboy hat.
“No will never be an answer to me,” he ordered. I’d heard that before, in fact, I was told the exact same thing by Hunter, the devil himself.
“And now it’s time to teach a baby girl her lesson.” At his words the crowd cheered the man as he pulled out a leather whip and turned back to the crowd, holding it up above his head saying, “Are all my baby girls watching?” He evilly grinned as the crowd went wild.
He swiftly turned around, lashing the girl. She cried in pain as deep red cuts slowly started to cover her bare body. Her screams of help only got louder and louder before I just couldn’t handle it anymore. I turned to Hunter to see his reaction. His face was straight as he watched the horrific scene play before him. The cries of help started to turn into cries of defeat as I looked back at the young girl who lay lifeless on the ground in front of the man that was lashing out at her. A tear escaped, running down my right cheek. The heavy man turned to the crowd. “Now, I know she’s not much now, but who would like to take Mia to bed? I know for sure you shouldn’t have any trouble with her now.” The devilish grin gave away what he meant.
Seconds later two guys jumped over the gate and ran to the young and beaten girl, picking her up and taking her off to only God knows where.
I turned away as the crowd started to walk away since the show was over, but before I could even take three steps someone stopped me.
“Hello, little missy.” I know that country accent anywhere after what just happened. I slowly turned around to face him.
“Hi,” I said quite coldly.
“This is Cassandra,” Hunter told the man.
“Well it’s nice to meet you. I’m Phil.”
“Cassandra is going to be our latest baby girl.” Hunter said quite proudly.
“Oh I see. Well a pretty face like her should fit right in here.” Phil leaned in to me, whispering into my ear, “I can’t wait to see you in your costume.” His raspy voice spoke close to my face, too close.
“You’re a disgusting big—!” I raised my voice at him only to almost get my face slapped off, not by him though. I turned my face to where the hit came from only to see a fuming Hunter.
“I see we’re going to have to keep this one under control,” Phil spoke with a chuckle.
“Take her away, Stiles, I’m tired of looking at her.” He spat and with that, Hunter grabbed my arm, dragging me through the massive crowd of drunks.
Lane must have went somewhere else for he wasn’t behind Hunter when he opened a door that was right off the hallway. We just walked down and when we got to the room, he threw me in the room. I landed on the floor, my face almost hitting the hardwood.
“What the hell was that?” he screamed, storming over to me.
Chapter 27
I quickly stood up before he could reach me and held my ground. He looked shocked that I stood to my feet instead of staying on the ground.
“Do you even know who you just said that to?” he asked, screaming in my face.
“How the hell would I know?” I screamed back.
“Don’t you even use that tone with me!” he ordered, raising his hand to slap me, but I dodged the hit and run over to the other side of the room.
When I turned to look at him. He was fuming, his nostrils flared and his face turned red.
“Get. Your. Ass. Over. Here.”
I pushed my luck and for once stood up for myself.
“No,” I said with confidence.
He looked furious, but I could care less, he had hurt me and my family so much and I’m done doing whatever he tells me.
“No will never be an answer to me—”
I cut him off. “No.” I smirked. He stormed towards me.
“You’re going to wish you never said that.” I walked to him before he could get to me and raised my fist, making it hit his left cheek.
He turned his face and then slowly turned to look back at me. He smacked the side of my face but I didn’t care because I got to hit him first. I might regret it later but right now it felt pretty damn good.
“Try that again,” he said, staring me down.
“Gladly.” I smiled, hitting him again.
“You’re such a bitch!”
I was pushed to the ground.
“I’d rather be a bitch than be the devil!” I screamed at him with tear-filled eyes.
He stopped dead in his tracks, freezing to the spot where he stood.
“You’re a monster, Hunter, you’re the devil!” I screamed, tears streaming down my face.
“No! I’m not! You don’t know me!” His words sound pained as they left his mouth.
“But you are,” I quietly spoke, and slowly looked at him.
We locked gazes and I swear I saw tears fill his eyes, but he quickly turned away from me.
“Get up, you need to start getting ready,” he said, walking towards the door.
I sat there shocked that he didn’t try to knock my face off again. I really thought he would have at least yelled at me again for talking back.
He stopped at the door, not turning around, and simply ordered, “Now.” With that, I got up and walked over to where he was standing. He opened the door, letting me go first. I thought about making a run for it, but before I could, I felt a tight grip around my right wrist.
“Don’t even think about it,” he said with no emotion in his voice.
He led me down a hallway. We made a few turn before we stood in front of a door that reads “Baby Girls”. I wondered why he’s bringing me here. He then opened the door for me.
Inside, there were tables with mirrors running up against the two longest walls. Girls sit at the tables, applying makeup and putting on wigs or curling their hair to perfection. At the back wall, racks of clothes—or so called clothes— in all different colors, mostly red though, were on the hangers.
“Hi, you must be Cassandra,” a deep voice spoke.
I looked to where the voice was coming from and saw a man with jet black hair and dark eyes standing in front of me, smiling.
“Yeah, I am,” I said, coming off a bit cold; but still, why should I be nice? It’s not like anybody in here was going to help me get home. They’re all disgusting pigs who only want sex.
“Well I’m Zach.” He introduced himself.
“I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Oh great, now what did Hunter do? “Oh, good or bad?”
“Well I heard that you called Phil a disgusting pig. But I also heard that you are very beautiful which is very true.” He smiled.
He has a very nice smile, well actually, he has a very nice everything. Like damn, that face and those cheekbones.
“Oh, well, thank you.” I blushed. God, I’m making a fool of myself in front of a very hot man who just called me beautiful.
“Well I guess I’ll let you take her from here,” Hunter said awkwardly as I and Zach locked gazes.
“Yes, I’ll have her ready as soon as I can,” he said.
Hunter walked out of the room, leaving me with Zach.
“Well, just follow me and we’ll get your hair and makeup done!”
He led me towards an empty chair. I sat down, looking at my reflection in the mirror. I saw a broken and beaten girl. My left cheek had a bruise covering most of the area. Under my eyes, dark circles were noticeable and my hair was a mess. I had no idea how Zach lied so well about me being beautiful.
“Alright, let’s cover that bruise,” He said, smiling. He got out some foundation and applied it to my face after washing it off with a damp cloth.
“So, when did you get the purple hair?” he asked, putting something under my eyes. I�
��m guessing that was to make the dark circles less noticeable.
“A few days ago. Hunter got his done too,” I said, trying not to bring Hunter in this conversion. But I had a feeling he would be brought into this anyways.
“Well, I like it a lot,” he said, smiling at me through the mirror.
He then got some black eyeshadow and eyeliner after he put them on, he moved on to mascara.
“I actually think we’ll put fake lashes on you.” After about five minutes, they were put on; and lastly he applied a red lipstick.
“Makeup is done!” He happily cheered.
“Now just for the hair.”
After twenty minutes of curling my hair, he was finally done. He stepped away from my chair in front of me to let me see myself. My mouth dropped at the sight. It didn’t even look like me at all. I brought my hand up to my face and felt it to see if it was really me.
“Do you like?” Zach asked, looking at me through the mirror.
“Yes, thank you,” I said, turning to him.
“Alright, well you only need your costume then I can give you back to Hunter.”
I stopped and stared at him. He isn’t really going to give me back to that man, is he?
“H-Hunter?” I stuttered.
“Yes. Something wrong?”
Everything was wrong. I couldn’t go back to him. I was scared to know what he might do to me, I think.
“No, I guess not.”
After that, he walked over to the rack and looked through all the garments before finally picking one out and giving it to me. He led me to a bathroom to put it on. I locked the door behind me and stripped down from my clothes, putting on the red garment. It was kind of made like a one-piece bathing suit but it had a skirt that went up to my ass. At least it covered my “areas.” I walked out to see Zach standing before me, holding a pair of black heels. Great, heels, something that I never could walk in. He handed them to me and I sat down on a nearby chair and slipped them on slowly, standing to my feet.
“Ready?” Zach asked.
I nodded my head and he grabbed my hand and led me out of the dressing room. He then walked me down the hallway where Hunter walked me down to get to the room we just left. After about five minutes of walking, we finally stopped at a door, not the same one where I hit Hunter though. Zach knocked on the door then turned to me. “Good luck, baby girl,” he said, then gently kissed my cheek, leaving me standing there staring at the plain-wooded door before it slowly opened to show Hunter.
Chapter 28
Hunter stood before me, looking me up and down, checking out the sexy garment that Zach had picked out for me. But the look on his face wasn’t one you would expect to see on a man that’s standing before a girl wearing lingerie. He looked... guilty? But why? Hunter didn’t feel guilty, he’d done so much to me and never felt guilty before. So why would he feel guilty now?
“Uh... Come on in,” he said, not sounding too sure about what he had said.
I went on in as he opened the door for me. When I was standing in the room, I let out a gasp at who was sitting on a nearby bed. Mia, the girl that had gotten beaten was sitting with her head in her hands. Quiet sobs were leaving her lips as her body trembled. The deep red cuts were obviously still visible on her pale skin. I felt someone’s presence behind me as a breath fanned the side of my neck.
“Help her.” His voice sounded pained.
I turned around to look at him only to see a very sad and guilty man staring back at me. Who is this Hunter? And why does he want me to help this girl?
“Please.” His voice begged me.
“Okay,” I agreed, walking towards her.
“Mia,” I softly asked.
She looked up from her hands, staring at me with stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes from crying so much.
“I’m going to help clean up your cuts.”
She nodded, taking my hand as I helped her stand to her feet. She was shaking so bad it was hard for her to keep her balance.
I looked at Hunter and asked, “Where’s the bathroom?”
“Over there.” He pointed to a closed door about ten feet away.
“Okay, thank you.”
I carefully walked Mia towards the door, opening it to be met with a small white bathroom. I led her to sit on the toilet so I could clean her wounds. I heard a creak at the door to see Hunter standing there, staring at me.
“The first aid kit is under the sink,” he told me, motioning to the cabinet under the faucet.
“Okay, thank you,” I replied, opening the cabinet.
After looking for a minute, I finally found what I was looking for. I took out the peroxide, grabbed a cotton ball, and poured some on it.
“This may hurt a little bit,” I say to Mia, knowing that in fact it would hurt a lot.
She nodded. I started to rub gently on a wound on her leg. She winced in pain, closing her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” I spoke, feeling guilty for causing her even more pain than she was already in.
“I-It’s okay,” She stuttered as I brushed the cotton swab over another wounded area.
After several minutes of cleaning her cuts, I was finally done. I grabbed some kind of cloth that was in the first aid kit and started to wrap all of her wounds with it.
“There. I’m all done!” I happily cheered, standing.
“Thank you,” she said.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
I smiled at her, saying, “It’s okay, I wanted to.”
She got up from where she was sitting, told me thank you again, then she left, leaving me alone with Hunter again.
I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, staring at the floor not really knowing what to do.
“Thank you for helping Mia.” Harry’s raspy voice broke the silence.
“Mia's brother is a dear friend of mine and I just couldn't watch her in pain for any longer. He told me to watch after her,” he explained to me, staring at me from his sitting position on the bed.
“Well you’re welcome, but it was really nothing. You could’ve done it yourself,” I said back, not making eye contact.
“That’s the thing, Mia is afraid of me so there’s no way she would have let me.” I nodded, understanding why Mia would be afraid of him. Heck, I’m still kind of afraid of him.
“So, um... Where am I sleeping?” I asked.
“With me,” he simply said.
Chapter 29
The words were playing over in my head so much that I didn’t even realize that Hunter had said something else to me.
“W-what?” I asked, snapping out of my thoughts of having to share a bed, yet again, with Hunter.
“I said, but first let’s get you changed. You don’t look very comfortable in that, whatever that is you’re wearing.”
I was relieved to get the sexy garment off, but I was also nervous to know what I would be putting on next.
Hunter walked over to a dresser, opening the top drawer and digging around till he pulled out a piece of clothing. He then opened the drawer below the one he had just looked through and took out yet another piece of fabric. I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room as he walked back to where I’m standing.
“Here, put these on,” he said, handing me a pair of boxers and a black t-shirt.
I took them from him and walked to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I turned to the mirror to have one last look at the sexy garment. I still couldn’t believe I put this thing on. It’s way out of my comfort zone. It’s way too tight for one thing, like I could barely breathe; and since I was too big for it, my breasts were trying to pop out of the top. The so cold skirt was so short I could barely even walk without showing my ass.
After giving the sexy garment one last disgusted look, I stripped from the clothing, leaving it to pool at my feet. I looked down at my feet to see I was still wearing the damn heels Zach picked out for me. I slipped out of the uncomfortable shoes, kicking them over to the side as I pulled the boxers up an
d held the top up with the statement “Rolling Stones” in the front. It has a few holes in it but it would be fine since all I’d be doing is sleeping in it.
Once done, I looked through the cabinets, hoping to find a washed cloth of some sort. There seemed to be everything but washed cloths in the small cabinet under the sink. All I could seem to find was shaving cream, razors, and cleaning supplies. I stood to my feet, defeated. I walked over to the bathroom door, first picking up my clothes off the ground before unlocking the door and turning the light off. Hunter was sitting on the bed, reading a book. I stood at the door.
“Hunter?” I asked.
He brought his attention away from the book and to my face. “Yeah?”
“Do you have any washed cloths? I really need to wash this makeup off,” I explained leaning against the door frame.
He stood to his feet, saying, “Yeah, they’re under the cabinet—”
“I looked, they’re not there,” I sa5d, cutting him off before he could finish.
“Oh, well I thought I put some under there.” He breathed out, scratching the back of his neck.
“I guess not.” I awkwardly laugh. Why did it get so awkward?
“Do you by any chance know where some more are?” I asked, hoping he would just find me a washed cloth so I could go to bed.
“Here, let me look in the bathroom, maybe I’ll find one.” With that he walked over to me, eyeing his shirt that I was wearing.
I moved out of the way so he could go into the restroom.
“Shirt looks good on you,” he complimented, not making eye contact with me as he opened a small closet I must have not known was there.
“Oh. Uh, thanks,” I awkwardly replied.
He dug around for a minute before he finally found a wash cloth.
“Here you go,” he said, handing me the blue-colored cloth.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” He left me in the bathroom to wash my face. I turned on the faucet, getting the little towel wet.
Hunter, sure, was acting weird. Like, he’s being oddly nice and not demanding like he normally is. Maybe Hunter does have a nice side. Eh, probably not, he must think he’s going to get “some” from me tonight. Well boy, he is wrong.
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