I opened my door, quickly went in before closing it and running to the bed. That was the most embarrassing thing I ever did, the walk of shame!

I had woken up with my back stiff, body aching and a massive headache. I also stank, badly. Lazily I walked to the shower and cleansed myself. Seriously though, I needed cleansing. Leaning on the glass door, I wept my heart out excited of what I had achieved yet feeling a part of me slip away in all this madness. My life was just messed up and to survive I had to let go of some ideas, a part of me that wanted to fight. After a whole hour, I towel dried my numb skin, grabbed adidas maroon pants and a tight maroon top then headed down stairs to drawn myself in food. The house was busy with the stuff running up and down, and guards in their place. All of them giving me weird stares leaving me staring at myself wondering if the was something wrong.

I almost got knocked down as Ruby came running to me.

"You bad girl!" She said giggling, pinching me.

"What?" I honestly asked.

"The whole house heard you last night...Rafael oohh Rafael" she said, imitating me.

I slapped her shoulder, the colour draining from my face.

"Are you serious?" I asked, wishing her answer would be no.

"Yes,"

"Urgh!" I said, stomping my foot. Shit! This was just perfect, everyone heard me.

Ruby ran off giggling.

"Sorry miss but Mr Vintangé is asking for you"

I jumped to see a young girl, carrying a silver tray.

"Oohh okay." I replied slowly walking to the dining room as much as I didn't want to face him, I had to.

What would he say, do?

He is just always rude.

The table was filled with all kinds of food. A mouth-watering scent lingered in the air, making my tummy rumble. I could make out pancakes, fruit salad, sausages, fish fingers, beacon, burgers and many more. I sat at the edge of the table, opposite him. A maid came, placing a white square plait for me and a bowl.

Getting up, I took a scoop of zero fat plain yoghurt with the fruit salad. Sitting down I shoved it down my throat, not sparing him a glance. I was hungry and nervous. Finishing the bowl, I grabbed some beacon, fish fingers, sausage, pouring some chilli sauce on all the protein.

Rafael cleared his voice, capturing my attention as I chewed on beacon.

"We are going somewhere tonight, I need you to wear something very sexy, something barely covering your body."

The beacon fell from my fingers.

"Where are we going?" I asked uneasily.

"Meet some of the guys in my business,"

"Mafia business!" That coming out louder than it should have. A shiver ran down my spine, I felt like crying. He was going to sell me to his friends. I watched and read movies about this, when mafia guys are tired of you, they toss you around to their friends then sell you of. That's why we had sex yesterday, he was saying goodbye. My eyes swam on the pool of tears as my body vibrated. I just couldn't bare having someone else touch me, violate my body again.

I felt my body shake as tears rolled down. I was hyperventilating, chest heaving.

How could he do this to me?

I can't stay here, I can't stay here.

Getting up I ran for the glass door, opening it and running through, I had to get out of here. I felt a pair of hands grab me by my waist as if I weighed nothing, my big guard walking back to the house.

"No!" I screamed between cries. "Don't take me back!"

Rafael stood at the glass door.

"Take her to her room and lock her up!" His voice roared all over the house. All the staff stood watching the scene as I screamed and kicked.

Roughly throwing me at the bed, the guard marched out. Quickly I ran up before the guard closed the door at my face. Sliding down the door, I wept my heart out. Looking at the window I thought of jumping out but I couldn't since it had bars. Looking at the balcony an idea kicked in, standing up more tears came pouring down.

Opening drawers, I found a pen and paper.

Dear

I didn't know what to write or whom to write to.

No one really cared. My mom never really wanted me, my friends were not really my friends. Ruby was the only person who popped in my mind but I just met her in the few two weeks I was here and I don't really know her. Tearing the paper, I threw the pen at the window before walking to the glass door to find it locked.

Walking back, I ran and hit it but it didn't budge so I tried it over and over again collapsing on the floor I bawled, why did this always happen to me? What had I done so bad that I deserved this? I wanted to die, to jump off the balcony and end my life.

Exhausted, I passed out on the carpet.

I woke up as the door opened. The whole room was dark, the only light coming from big bright moon. Rafael walked in the room with two of his guards. In his hands, was a dress its colour beamed in the darkness-silver? I crawled back until I hit the hard cold glass.

"Get up!" His voice roared with authority, so much venom, making me shiver from where I sat.

"Get up!"

Bringing my knees up, I buried my face in them, covering my ears with my hands and rocked myself, telling myself it was all going to be alright. He pulled my hair as I bit my lip, holding the pain in. He pulled harder and in time I screamed as I rose to my feet.

"Please stop"

"You acting childish," He said pulling harder.

"I am not going with you, you would rather kill me." I said through sobs, trying so hard to suck it up.

"I would rather die than being raped by dirty old men."

I sobbed harder.

"I am not going with you!"

He pulled my hair harder, as I screamed louder.

"And now?" He asked.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to ignore the agony.

"No!"

"I wish I could smack you hard but I need your skin silky fresh. Guards, bring her in! "

Two guards appeared holding Ruby who had her head cast down.

I thought I'd have a heart attack, he'd use her against me.

My heart broke as she raised her eyes to me. They were filled with fear.

"I noticed how fond you are of her,"

"I am not," I said, acting as if I didn't care.

"We'll see about that, guards!"

A knife was placed on Ruby's neck, pressing hard with blood soon trickling down. The tears just streamed down her face, her body shaking as if she would shutter.

"Stop! Stop! I will go with you, please, just let her go" I felt like throwing up. Just like that, my life was over. Just like that, I threw my whole life away. I broke down as the man who destroyed my life held me up by my hair.

"Good girl, she is your new whipping girl, I had to kill the last one." smiling as if this was the greatest day of his life, I guess it was, he would get money over some trashy bitch he picked up for free. I was so cheap, wanting this man's touch. He was a monster, the worst.

"Go take a bath before I wash that body of yours," Pushing me towards the bathroom.

I stumbled in and closed the door.

Get your shit together, someone else's life was in line here, I thought pushing myself further.

I got in the shower, hoping it would drain all my problems away but it did none of that. Getting out, I towel dried myself, wrapping the towel around my body before walking back to the bedroom. Rafael Vintage sat on the bed typing on his phone all the others gone.

"Where is she?" Panicking.

"Don't worry sweetheart, nothing will happen to her as long as you do as told." He said placing his phone in his jacket's breast pocket.

Walking to the dresser, I applied lotion before combing my dark hair down.

The door opened and a guard walked in "They are here sir," he said to Rafael.

"Let them in,"

I watched from the mirror as the guard walked out and back in with two women who wore black high waist pencil skirts with black blouses. They had their hair in a bun looking so professional with their serious face carrying big metallic cases, two each.

"Mr Vintangé," they said passing him and placing the cases on the bed. Opening them, I saw all kinds of make up in all colours.

One walked up to me, assessing me where I sat as her heels clicked on the marble floor. After assessing she whispered something to the other one then they opened another case which was filled with brushes, hair curler and hair products. They picked up a container, pouring something liquid and white in it.

Walking to me they started painting my hair until it was all white. After painting, they took off the gloves and opened another case. One worked on my fingers while the other on my toes. They filed my nails nicely thinking of how this was something I really enjoyed yet he had sucked the fun away from being pampered.

They filed the nails before applying a green nail gel. It really complimented me.

These women never said a word, just working their magic. When done with my nails, they took me to the bathroom and washed my hair before drying it. I sat back at the dresser stunned. I had white hair now and I had to admit, it really like me. It made my green eyes pop.

Plugging the curler, they curled my long hair, making it wavy. Gosh, it looked so beautiful. They then went to my face, starting with the eyebrows. They trimmed them a little before drawing on them with a light brown pencil. After them they applied mascara before applying eye shadow, smoky eyes.

After that they painted my lips red with a Kylie liquid lipstick and here I was now starring back at the reflection and I couldn't help but gasp.

Was this me?

Wow.

Tiding up their work, the girls left the room as I held my tongue from asking them for their card as they were so good.

"Wow," I heard Rafael say, maybe he'd see how beautiful I am and not sell me.

No luck!

"Here is your dress" he said handing it out to me as my heart dropped. Taking it, I slipped it in. It was silver, barely covering anything. My nipples peeked out as the dress clung tight like my second skin. I couldn't even walk in this, my butt just popping out with the slit showing my long shiny legs.

I held back a sob, thinking about the makeup. I would not ruin such a good face beat that would be such a shame, I thought shaking my head. Walking to the closet, I put some earrings, a silver necklace with some rings and arm jewellery.

Rafael was no longer in the room when I came out of the closet. Sitting on the bed, I slipped on my open toe heels and made my way downstairs.

I looked like a whore about to be auctioned.