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Chapter Two

Milana Alyona Vasiliev
I want out by Lowborn

"I don't know if I like it." I mutter as I look at my reflection in the mirror. I pull a blonde strand of hair with my fingers and look at it intensely. I didn't dare to utter a word when they dyed it but now in the safeness of my room with Emilia, I say my thoughts freely.

"If it makes you feel better, it looks really good." She lays on my bed looking up at the ceiling. I hear Ginger, who I discovered her real name is Ana, cry from somewhere in the house. I feel a heavy weight on my chest as my eyes water for not being able to help. "And you're young so when you get out you can just dye it another color."

Today after Emilia came to get me, we went to a room downstairs which had clothes, makeup and everything to make us look pretty. Georgia had us do our hair and makeup so that we would know what to do when the time for us to be sold came. She would point out what we had to change, one of those things being my hair because as she bluntly told me, blonde hair and blue eyes would give more of a girl next door look. Emilia had to help me dye it and when we were done Georgia was very pleasant with the results. I however only see the change as another way of giving myself to my predators.

"When's the auction?" I ask Emilia as I walk to the bed and lay by her side. "We must have one right?"

"We only have auctions if we're chosen." Emilia looks at me and I frown my brows, confused. "Once a month prestigious buyers come to the house and have their 'sample' of the girls they want. If they choose you, you go to the main auction."

"And if I'm not chosen?"

"Then you stay for another month here. The last one was a week ago." She turns serious in a matter of a second. "Don't fool yourself thinking it's better to stay in this house rather than be sold. Both are hell, you just gotta choose which one will get you to stay alive longer."

"Did you choose to stay here?" I ask as she grabs a strand of my hair and starts to play with it.

"I don't want you to follow my footsteps. I chose to stay each time because I would rather deal with a devil I know than with one I don't. I made myself not desirable and even though it granted me my stay in this house, it also made me receive a lot of punishments. But outside this hell you have a better chance of escaping."

"I still don't get why you chose to stay." I mumble.

"Because, Milana, I'm a coward." She gets up from my bed and starts to walk to the door, before she leaves she turns around and looks at me. "Don't be like me."

In the quietness of my room by myself I start to think over everything Emilia told me. Would I rather be sold or stay in this house? I don't think I have an answer for that yet. And I'm not sure I'll have one for a while.

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"Kneel down and kiss my feet." Georgia orders. I look down at the floor and then up at her again, clenching my jaw. I have never been one to disobey my captors, yet there's a fire burning brighter inside my chest that is ruling my mouth like a puppeteer rules its puppet "I said kneel down and kiss my feet."

"No." I know what she's trying to do and even when I know it's stupid I won't succumb to her. She wants me to submit to her so when a man finally buys me I will obey him. But I'll not kneel for her, not by choice at least.

Her hand flies and before I can react it connects with my face. I feel a sting on my cheeks as well as blood dripping from a small cut on my lip because of her ring. I look up at her and with my thumb I clean the dripping blood and then suck my finger, the metallic taste invades my mouth but I don't show how much I've coke to hate it.