Ecstasy

Crystal Time Ball

"You are not a rehab

It's not your job to fix everyone." 

- Excerpt from anonymous

BRIELLE WILLIAMS

I'm being forced to follow him to some sort of business gala. Completely different from the ones Lorenzo attends.

Personally I don't want to go but I'm not going to vocalize that. I don't know what he might do if I disagree with him.

The woman is nothing like Janelle at all. I don't want heavy make-up on but I have no choice and the bodyguard who stands in front of the door is no help.

I hated it completely because I was forced to change in front of the bodyguard. I was uncomfortable but I was only allowed 45 minutes to change into everything and the time was ticking down.

I'm wearing a yellow off-the-shoulder maxi dress with flowers at the top half. There's also a slit on my left leg. They add it with white stilettos.

For make-up, I have yellow, orange, and pink eyeshadow, which I personally think looks nice and cool. Even though my natural lashes are long, I'm forced to wear false eyelashes. My lips are matte pink lipstick.

I look nice and I would enjoy this look if I actually wanted to go.

I don't.

Another difference about this girl is that she's very rough with how she applies make-up. It feels like she's poking my face every second.

I hate everything here.

I gently touch my overly-straightened hair. No really. My hair was straight already and yet she straightens it over and over again and when I told her about it, she just ignored me.

I hear someone walk into the room. I turn to the direction and I see Sergei. He smiles at my appearance but once he comes to my face, it instantly drops.

Harsh.

"Come," he says and I follow him. The bodyguard is right on my heels.

Once we reach outside of the mansion, I see a black limo in the driveway. I want to enjoy this because I feel pretty but I'm not with someone that I'm comfortable with.

I really just want to go home.

For the past two nights I barely even slept because I'm forced to sleep right next to someone who makes me completely scared.

A bodyguard is stationed right in front of the door as well and I can't leave even if I tried.

We enter inside the limo and I'm forced to be squeezed close to Sergei. I don't like it at all and ignoring the fact that I'm cramped between two bulky men, I'm disgusted by both of them.

He places his hand on my open thigh and I shiver at his nauseating touch. I would smack his hand away but if I did that I most likely would get smacked around.

In around 25 minutes, we arrive at the place and looking through the mirror it's similar-looking to the gala Lorenzo attends.

I miss him.

"I have rules," Sergei says and I nod, still eyeing his hand on my thigh, praying that he moves it.

He doesn't.

"1. Always be by my side, 2. Don't speak unless spoken to, 3. Ask permission to do anything, even the bathroom, and 4. Whatever I say you will do," he informs.