My New Accessory

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Abigail's POV

After we had gotten nicknames and broken the ice, we were called for dinner.

"All right you mutts! It's feeding time!" Yelled Señor Bad Cop. We got into a line and started walking inside. Gold and Duke were in front of me. Bones was behind.

"Stewart!" Ugh.

"What?!" I yelled back.

"You better watch your mouth when you're talking to someone above you!" He sneered, yanking me out of line by the back of my shirt.

I scoffed, "If you haven't noticed, I have a little problem with authority." This time I heard Bones laugh behind me.

His face got red with anger. Suddenly he smirked. "Come with me you little slut. It's time for you to get a new accessory."

"Really?!? OMQ!!!!! Is it a purse?? Or a necklace? No don't tell me! SHOES?!?!?" I fake squealed. He rolled his eyes as he turned around expecting me to follow him. I did. But not after I turned to my audience and gave them a big bow. Then I have them a big kiss with a lovely flip of the finger. They laughed and applauded in response.
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We walked down a hallways until he stopped in front of a door I didn't know was there. When we entered the room, it was small with white walls and no windows. In the middle of the room was a chair. The kind of chair you would see at a dentist office.

"Sit!" He said pushing me into the chair.

"Again with the pushing!" I scoffed, rolling my eyes. I sat on the chair and wiggled my feet like a little kid. The door swung open revealing a tattooed up guy with a needle gun, he reminded me of Rumplestiltskin. I raised an eyebrow.

"Don't worry dearie, it will only hurt. A lot." He chuckled like a madman. Well I think he laughed. He definitely sounded like Rumplestiltskin. I laughed. He looked almost taken back by my reaction. He shook of his surprise and turned on the gun.

I gritted my teeth while showing no expression on my face as the crazy doctor imprinted a number of my chest. I was a little creeped out that it was in my chest but when it was all finished I fixed my tank top and looked in the mirror. I have to say, it looked pretty sick.

"Thanks!" I mock saluted walking out the door. As I walked out the door I noticed one thing;

I definitely wasn't a little girl anymore.

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