a beautiful lie (continued/ original by winternightz)

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As I wake up, I feel my stomach squirm. I run to the toilet and I vomit all of the alcohol and food from the day before.
I collapse onto the floor and put my knees to my chest and hug myself until the pain stops.

I collect myself and look at the grandfather clock in the far corner of the room reading 6:49pm.
Work starts soon. I wish Star Vive and Lotty would come and visit me but everything is deadly silent.

I shove Toms jacket back into the wardrobe in fear that Roman might recognise it was Toms and take it away from me. I cant have the only part of Tom I have left be taken away.

I walk downstairs and down towards the kitchen where Kristina and Angel are so busy discussing dresses and designer bags they don't even notice I'm here. I open the fridge and pull out some leftover soup and put it in the microwave to reheat it.

"hey Crimson. How you feeling?" says Angel in her usual sweet voice
"I'm okay thanks. Just very hungry" I reply. shes so lovely but I cant help but get annoyed at her high pitched voice, yapping on about a brand new line of dresses from a top designer. And it was obvious Kristina was growing sick of it too.
The microwave beeped and i pulled out the soup and helped myself to a spoon, I was considering eating with the other two but my whole body is in pain from the night before, so instead i shoot Kristina a dirty look and make my way back to my room.

I put my hand on the cold, metal door handle and shove the heavy door open. I sit on my bed and eat my soup in complete silence, and the only sound I can hear is the mans belt hitting the floor. over and over and over again.

The grandfather clock ticks away and as soon as it gets to 8:30pm I begin to get myself ready once again.

Hanging up in my wardrobe was a petite mini skirt paired with a pink corset top and knee high, leather high heel boots. I throw the outfit on and stare at myself again "fucking bimbo" I say to myself.

Maybe doing my makeup will make me feel better? I do the usual foundation, concealer, contour and blush but today i used some of the blush and patted it onto my eyelids and i put a pair of false eyelashes on. I like the way fake lashes look on me, they make my eyes look a bit bigger, a bit less tired.

It gets to 10pm and I head downstairs to get back into the SUV with the other girls. And the drive was just as boring as the drive last night. But tonight Angel did her usual waffle about God knows what. Today, Roman stayed back at the mansion, obviously i grew curious

"wheres Roman?" i asked
"He apparently trusts you enough to be able to stay at home, but he told me to warn you that if you try to pull any shit he will use more. Im not sure what he means by 'use more' but it doesn't sound like something id like to find out" says Angel. I know exactly what he means by 'use more' and all I can think about is the girl in the locked room.

We finally arrive at the club and its a lot more busy tonight, meaning more shit for me to endure. Im dreading what awaits me. The music is so loud that I can feel it shaking the floor and it feels like it might erupt my ear drums.

"Crimson! The top buyer is here again tonight, and he's waiting for you in the room. Ive been informed that you're now trusted to be able to escort yourself to and fro so enjoy. and no funny business." Says Lucy in that usual blunt tone of hers, I cant believe that i'm finally trusted, this could be a major step in escaping.

I walk up the stairs towards the room in which Georg is waiting as I now know he's my top buyer, and I burst through the door.

Strangely, the lights are off and the room is dead silent, the only noise coming from the booming music downstairs. For some reason theres a tension in the air and it doesn't feel like its Georg waiting on me. But Ive decided to prove to Georg that I am strong, so instead of questioning his presence and freaking out, I walk straight to the bed where he usually sits.

"Taylor."

My whole body shakes. My eyes start to water and fear starts to course through my blood.

Thats not Georg.