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❝Keep your head up, keep your heart strong.❞
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[Angel's POV]
The van came to a sudden halt as the door opened. Heavy footsteps could be heard moving against gravel. I was sitting in the very corner, hiding my face with my long brown hair. Suddenly the trunk opened and the light came in followed by his voice.
“Wake up sleeping beauty.” Ethan's cheery voice said.
He was enjoying this. That bastard. I turned my head to look at him and he grinned evilly before reaching out for me. His rough hands grabbed my ankles and he pulled me towards him. I screamed a bit in surprise and started hitting his hard chest when he tried to bring me closer to him.
“Will you stop? I'm trying to be nice here, but you're not helping at all." He said, letting out a sigh and then lifted me from the ground and put me over his shoulder. He closed the door with his other hand and motioned for the other man, Steve was his name, to follow him.
I stayed quiet and didn't say anything. I realised that it was no use, it was already too late. We were just outside the Dollhouse and there was nothing I could do. I was defeated.
Ethan knocked on the big, wooden door three times and it opened, letting us walk inside the place I always saw in my nightmares. Everything was just like I remembered it and there on the top of the staircase stood the one and only, Alexander.
I was thrown brutally on the marvel floor and I supported my body with my hands as I tilted my head up to look at Alexander descending the stairs slowly and with grace. His black hair was styled perfectly, away from his face and he was wearing his usual dark blue tux along with his brand new polished shoes. His blue eyes were looking at me intently and a sinister smirk formed on his lips when he saw how scared I was. He approached us and fixed his tie, smiling down at me.
“Look what we have here. What a pleasure, Angelina.” He exclaimed and I narrowed my eyes at him. His eyes moved to Ethan behind me and he shook him head disapprovingly at him.
“But Ethan, what have I told you? We never treat a lady badly.” He scolded him and helped me stand up on my feet only to have his palm collide forcefully with my cheek seconds later. It sent me to the floor, again.
“Unless they deserve it, of course.” He finished, causing the two men to laugh. My hands were shaking, but not because I was afraid. I was angry.
“I hate you.” I told him.
“You know Angelina, your words would have hurt me if I actually gave a damn about what you feel.” He replied bitterly and played with the silver ring around his finger that once belonged to my father. It was the only thing I had to remind me of him and now it was gone. He noticed me staring and smiled.
“Isn't it beautiful?”
I didn't reply to his question.
“It belonged to someone who didn't deserve it. This ring was for someone brave and not weak and coward like Maxwell. Now it's exactly where it should be.” He said, making me even more furious.
I didn't like the way he was talking about my father, not at all. My father was a decent man, strong and intelligent his only mistake was that he trusted the wrong people.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked.
“Because I'm not a good man Angelina. Actually, I'm far from it.” He said with a stern face and looked above me at Ethan.
“What should we do with her now?” Ethan asked him as he pulled me up on my feet again.
“Take her to Gizele, she knows what to do with her. When she's ready bring her back to me.” Alexander ordered the two men and immediately I was pushed out of the room as we started walking down a long corridor until we reached a door which read 'Dolls'.
“Please Ethan, don't listen to him. Don't do this to me.” I pled him.
He looked at me with a blank expression on his face. I thought that he was thinking about it, but when he opened the door and threw me inside I realised he was not. I turned around and started banging on the door, yelling for them to open it.
“Stop trying already.” Someone said behind me.
It was a female's voice and I turned around to find a woman maybe in her late thirties. She was sitting on a chair and had her legs up on the counter as she played with her red hair. Her face was covered with make-up, her arm had a weird tattoo on it and from what I could see her outfit wasn't the best, and it barely covered her body. She had to be a Doll or used to be one.
“Are you Gizele?” I asked taking a few steps towards her.
“The one and only.” She smiled weakly at me and stood up.
“So, I guess Alexander brought you here.” she said and I nodded my head. I looked around the room which was red and was filled with clothes and different kind of things and the only thing I wanted to do right now was run... run and never look back, but I couldn't.
“Girl, you look like a mess. What happened to you?” Gizele asked catching my attention, again. She was looking at my small figure with narrowed eyes.
“It's a long story.” I told her truthfully.
“Fine then, let's wash you up first. Come with me.”
She guided me to a small bathroom in the back of the room.
“Take a shower and then come out to get you ready.” She smiled at me and left, closing the door behind her.
I hesitantly took off my ripped blouse and pants, followed by my underwear and bra and carefully stepped in the shower. The cold tiles sent shivers down my spine and I quickly turned on the warm water and let it fall down my head and body. At first when the water hit my injured side I flinched but after I felt my muscles immediately relax.
God... I have missed this relaxing feeling. I took the shampoo and put a small amount of it on my hand before applying it to my scalp and massaging it. When I finally finished and stepped out of the shower I took the towel Gizele had left for me and wrapped it around my body. Then I walked back outside into the dressing room where Gizele was waiting for me.
“About time.” She complained.
“Sorry.” I whispered, looking around the room.
“Lets get you dressed then. I chose this for you.” She said showing me a pair of white lace underwear and matching bra. I raised my eyebrow and looked at her confused.
“I thought I was going to wear clothes?”
“We don't wear clothes here.” She simply replied and threw them at me along with a pair of white transparent stockings.
"Now go and put them on. I want to see how they look on you."
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“I'm not sure about this.” I told her when I came out. Her eyes widened and a smile was formed on her red lips.
“You look amazing. So innocent and pure. I love it. This will sell.” She stated and when I heard the word sell I felt my stomach turn. I was disgusted. Gizele noticed my sudden change of mood and tapped me on the shoulder lightly.
“I know how you feel, believe me when I came here I was just like you, a lost young girl who needed money. This is not the best job and I know that, but now you're part of us and you should accept it.”
But that was exactly the problem I'm not like her, I didn't come here because I needed money I was forced to be part of this. I am just a toy in Alexander's hands and he can do whatever he wants with me.
“It's not easy.” I said.
“I know sweetie but...” She trailed off. She motioned for me to sit on the chair and I did without saying another word. Maybe she was right I had to accept it, I will never get out of here.
“I am thinking of doing something simple not to much. You already have a flawless skin, I'll just make your eyes pop a bit. I want you to look innocent with not too much make-up. Oh, and we will cover this scar here.” She explained to me and I nodded before letting her continue her job. I remained quiet and waited for Gizele to finish with my make up and hair, which took about 2 hours. A lot.
“And we're finished.” She announced excitedly, the same moment that the door opened to reveal Ethan. His cold expression quickly turned to a shocked one when his eyes laid upon me, but soon after was replaced by his famous cocky smirk. His fingers tapped on the wooden doorframe and he let out a whistle.
“You look sexy as fuck, Angel.” He told me, making me cringe and roll my eyes at him.
“Oh, come on don't be like that I just complimented you.”
“Fuck you, Ethan." I told him, standing up from the chair I was sitting on. He was pissing me off. To my surprise. He didn't look a bit angry, he actually looked amused.
“I know you would love to do that, but we don't have time now. You see, Alexander wants to see you.” He said and took my hand in his without warning before starting walking in a fast pace upstairs, and towards Alexander's office.
“And remember behave yourself, Angel.” He smiled evilly at me and then knocked on the door.
Alexander's voice was heard from inside telling me to go in and Ethan disappeared as I entered into the big room. I walked in slowly, keeping my head down and arms over my naked torso. Trying to hide as much as I could but I knew that I wasn't succeeding, not at all. I felt ashamed and the only thing I wanted to do was curl into a ball and cry my eyes out. I didn't want this. I hated this and most importantly I hated the cruel man who was standing in from of me now and resembled my father so much. It was really funny how they looked alike, but they were the complete opposite at the same time.
“You look lovely, Angelina. Look at you, such a beautiful young lady.” He said, smiling at me, but I knew it was fake. This was all a mask that fooled me once, but not anymore.
“Why did you wanted to see me?” I asked him and he raised his eyebrow, surprised by my strong attitude.
“Just like your mother.” He simply said. What the hell does he know about my mother?
“You know nothing about her.” I whispered calmly, making him chuckle.
“Oh, but I know more than you think.” He stated and stood up, approaching me. He stood next to me and played with my curls a bit before pushing them away from my face and caressing my cheek with the back of his hand.
“You look a lot like her.” He whispered. His blue eyes were studying my face carefully and he looked almost amazed as the words left his mouth. I pulled away from his touch and narrowed my eyes.
“Don't worry, I'm not trying anything on you. You're like a daughter to me Angelina.”
“That's not a way to treat your daughter, forcing her into something like this. Even if you had one you wouldn't deserve her. You're a monster.” I said, raising my voice.
“Aren't you sweet.” He said sarcastically before putting his hands on my shoulders and turning me around to face the wall which had a large mirror on it. I almost didn't recognise myself it was like another person was staring back at me. The small, homeless, dirty girl was no longer there, instead her place had taken a beautiful young woman. I was scared with what I saw, but at the same time I kind of liked it.
“Look at yourself. This is who you are now, you're a Doll. You belong to me, you work for me and you my dear, Angelina, will bring me a lot of money . You'll make me rich." He said, shaking my shoulders a bit. I gulped and let out a shaky breath.
I worked for him.
* * *
“Girls, line up here, quickly.” Gizelle yelled, clapping her hands and I saw as all the other girls started running towards the place she was pointing at. I stood in my place, looking around me confused. I didnt know what was happening or what I had to do.
“Didn't you listen, Angelina, go there.” She instructed me.
“What is happening?” I asked her and she smiled at me.
“Oh yeah, I almost forgot. A client is coming so all the Dolls have to be presented there. The client will look at you and he will choose one of you. He will then take you with him for the night and in the morning he will bring you back along with the money promised.” She explained and I nodded my head slowly, walking towards the other girls.
At that point I felt terrified. They were all giving me dirty looks and some of them were whispering different things to me. I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath and then reopened them to see the door in front of us open.
“He's here.” I heard someone whisper. I heard gasps and whispering along with the sound of heavy footsteps.
“Mr. Styles here are the Dolls.” Gizele told him, but I didn't hear a reply and, even though, I really wanted to see the face of the man I decided to keep my head down. I just wanted to be invisible right now.
My heart was beating faster by each second that passed and I felt like I couldn't breath, especially when a pair of dark brown boots came in view. A large hand pushed my hair away from my face and soon my chin was taken in-between his fingers as he tilted my head up to look at him. And that's exactly the moment I forgot what was happening around me, because the only thing I could see was green.
Beautiful green eyes.
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