HOLLY POV
"I told you I am not going to that fucking ball!" I yelled but to no avail. He left the room not caring what I had to say.
I huffed and crossed my arms as I sat on the edge of the soft, silky bed.
A few seconds later three petit older females came in. One had her hair styled in a low bun with small pieces coming out. The other two looked like twins, they had red hair and small wrinkles on their faces, making them look around 40.
They smiled at me as they set the makeup and hair spray on the coffee table. The first lady told me to take a shower and get all cleaned up.
I wanted to scream at them a lash out but they were so sweet, it got me wondering how they work for that evil monster they call a man.
I climbed into the shower and washed my hair and body. Shaving everything that needs to be shaved. I lather my body with coconut lotion and brush my teeth. I wrap a towel around my body as I step into the cold bedroom.
"Oh you are so pretty, come here!" the older lady spoke in a motherly voice.
I walked over to the chair that sat in front of a vanity. The white vanity had lights illuminating around it with makeup and hair products scattered all over.
She started to detangle my hair while the others started to apply makeup.
"Please don't do anything crazy, I don't want to draw attention to myself" I smiled in the mirror as all the ladies looked at me then at each other.
"Of course ma'am, we will just exaggerate your natural beauty," said the girl who was applying for my foundation.
I never liked makeup, it always felt heavy. I like blush and mascara, they are simple and cute. Foundation felt so cakey and heavy, I was also afraid it would wash off unexpectedly and half my face is the foundation shade and the other is my natural skin.
We sat in silence while they poked my eyes and face, twirling and spinning my hair into loose curls. The lady in the back got a curling iron and started to curl my long blonde hair.
I have been sitting in this chair for what felt like days. The only thing that kept me occupied was the mirror showing a completely different girl. She was gorgeous, her blonde hair fell in soft curls down her back with a light face of makeup, exaggerating her eyes and natural features.
After my makeup and hair were done I heard a loud slam on the door, I heard some quiet talking and yelling. I assume the business meeting didn't go as expected.
The ladies excused themselves as I got dressed. It was just as I expected. The dark colour complimented my skin tone and hugged my body in all the right places. I showed a sexy bit of cleavage with a long slit running up my left leg.
I look at myself in the mirror and damn. The ladies did a good job. I almost forgot why I got ready. Almost! I was angry, furious, raging. I hated the idea of parting with old men who sex traffic, kill in cold blood, and overall evil monsters. I would rather be home not kidnapped and hanging with my friends.
The older lady knocked on my door and I granted her entrance. She came to a stop right away. She looked me up and down and had a shocked look in her eyes, they were soon filled with amazement.
"You look like a fairy tale princess!" She whispered, causing a smile to erupt on my face.
"Thank you" I whispered as I kept my attention on my black high heels.
She directed me out of the room. I closed the bedroom door behind me as I headed down the hall, I could hear their low voices speaking to one another. I was getting more nervous and angry as the seconds skipped by.
YOU ARE READING
The Crimson Point
Romans" He raised his large hand as I squinted my eyes preparing myself for the sting that will wash across my face. But it never came, my face still feels numb and lifeless. I opened my dull eyes to see him, his eyes held anger until he saw mine. His dar...
