Becoming The Villainess

2..

She woke up to a soft whisper in her ears.
She felt bright light on her eyes and she scrunched up her eyelids.

All the pain she felt, gone.
All her shot holes closed up, and her memory closed up.
She plainly stared around in vain, clueless to all that was happening around her.

In a clean, cold and tiny room, she sat on a tiny creaking bed, simply staring at nothing.

The whispers were in her head.

'"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry,"

"I'm sorry"

'Who was sorry?
For what reason?'
She thought.

Where am I?.

Who am I?.

Familiar questions that were floating around her consciousness had no answers to them.
She was simply blank.

Suddenly, the door slammed open with a harsh bang and a stern looking woman with a deep frown etched on her face stood with her hands behind her back.

She wore vision glasses and she adjusted it before she cleared her throat slightly.

"Good morning Miss Lilith, it's time for your daily routine. Miss Marietta will be up soon. It's about time you get ready."

She just stared at the woman with a poker face, no shock. Nothing.

"Did you not hear a word I said Miss Lilith?.".
The stern woman gave a glare.

'Lilith.....
Is that my name'
she simply thought.

"Miss Lilith?,"

'Lilith'.
She decided to take in that name.
That was the only option she'd had so far, what more could she do?.
So she simply nodded.

"Good!. Then clean up now and greet Miss Marietta upstairs. You certainly cannot be late. "

Lilith took off the thin blanket and went off to the small bathroom that barely carried a bathtub.
She stared inquisitively at the rough stone, and a mildly diffusible object that was covered in oil.

She carried the diffusible object and put it at her skin, on her hand.
she shivered at the cold contact and made to place it back on the little plate from which she took it, before she slipped on some spilled water and fell into the wooden bathtub and bunk her back on its edge.

She felt a sharp stinging feeling, at the point where she hit her back.
She reached out her hands to touch her back when she felt a slippery substance on the arm.

Pulling back, she noticed her arm which she applied the diffusible object on, was covered in some white substance that smelt somewhat refreshing and tasted horrible.

It looked like thin wet water balls with air in it.
She took the diffusible substance once again and put it in the water, on her leg, when she retrieved it, she found it slippery and filled with the substance that was on her hand before .

She began to use the slippery object to touch her skin ever so softly and tenderly, gliding her fingers on the interacted part to see if it was slippery enough, while filling the tub with the slippery substance.

Almost two hour had passed before she came out of the bath tub, stark naked and moved to the box that held some clothes.

All, identical clothes with sewn aprons draped on its lower abdominal regions.
It was a dress.
An unusual looking dress.

She put it on with the Bonnie on her head and some small tight shoes.

She came out of her room to see a wider and humongously bigger room before her.
With better things, chairs and even walls, better than her room.
She narrowed her eyes, tightly squeezing her knuckles and squinting her eyes.

She looked down at her hands with complication, when she heard some steps, and turned to see other girls dressed as she was, so she followed behind.
That was what she would do for now, follow the others.