~ The Hemming/Styles Home For Wayward Girls~

Chapter 4

Mr. Styles carried Chey to her cell and laid her on the sorry excuse for a bed. He made a mental note to get something sturdier into the room. If he was going to be using her body, he would need a proper place to do so. Sure it was say the shady way they had to operate to get her here, but it was even worse that her home life was worse than this. At least with Mr. Styles and his boys, she would never be neglected.

Dr. Hood, working late in his lab, finally had her results. She was a real virgin with no diseases or any foreseable health issues. she was the perfect candidate for Mr. Hemmings plan to breed these girls like cattle. She had no cancers in her familial background,no deformities or gentic maladies. He could see now why Mr. Styles wanted this girl. She just needed to gain some weight. That wouldn't be hard. He would simply "prescribe" a high calorie diet for her. Problem solved. she wouldn't even realize it.

Morning rolled around all too soon for Chey. She couldn't remember coming back to her room or getting in bed which was weird.The last thing she coudl think of was Mr. Styles and then the world went black. He must have put her to bed. Oh, God,what if he did soemthing to her while she was out? No, wait, he wouldn't since her tests weren't done.Thank god for small favors. The old clock on the wall says it's 9 am. So much had happened in the 24 hours, it was hard for Chey to accept that only one day had passed.

Mr.Styles sat his desk, going over Chey's status report,yet again.He was amazed at what he was reading. She was as pure as a female could be and untainted as well.She would be perfect for the breeding program he and Luke intended to put into practice. The children produced would be adpoted to out to desperate familes for quite a profit. The whole venture would prove quite lucrative for all involved. While he still had plenty of money from his days as a performer, a little more cash flow wouldn't hurt anyone.He hoped he could Chey excited to be a part of the program and if not, well, it's not like she could say no or leave.

"My name is Mr. Malik, I'm in charge out your daily care routine until we are assigned other inmates. I'll over see your cleanliness and hygeine practice, such as shaving since we wouldn't want for you to cut that perfect skin now would we", a dark haired man said suddenly, making Chey wonder where the hell he came from since he wasn't there a moment ago.

"Um, okay", Chey replied, unsure of that he was wanting from her exactly.

"Good, take these", he said handing her a bundle of clothes,"Now lets get you shaved and showered. I'm sorry if you're shy but I'm going to have to supervise your every move."

"You're going to watch me shower?Uug, perv."

He slapped her face then, hard enough to leave his hand print on her cheek,"You will not disrespect me in any way,shape or form. I'm following the damn rules and you will,too."

Why did everybody here have to be such a prick.Chey was tired of being man handled, hit and dragged around. she wanted to break down and cry so bad but she refused to give these doucheducks the satisfaction of seeing her tears.

"Fine,do whatever you want. I'm so done with this crap."

"Glad you see things my way, babe. Come on. You're dirty and in need of my services."

Chey decided she could handle it as long as he kept his hands to himself.Maybe if she went along with what they wanted, she would have the freedom to plot her escape. At this point she was willing to try anything to get out of here.

Zayn smiled to himself. She seemed like a good kid and he felt a little guilty for laying the smack down but she pissed him off. He wasn't actually going to watch her bathe, just make sure she didn't hurt herself.Mr. Hemmings and Mr. Styles would be the ones watching through closed circuit camera. At this moment, they were making a wager actually on who would get her first and Mr. Styles was winning.