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3.11 Change

My brother was still alive and he was looking for me. That made me feel so relieved.

"Is he rich? Is that how he can afford this?" I asked Mr. Bentley.

"Sort of. He has new money. Liam Payne has a lot of contacts... He is very social and communicative. All he had to was drop the hint that he had a long-lonst sister in the agency, and my partner offered him the deal," Mr. Bentley explained. He shrugged his arms. "I know you have a lot of questions, but we might need to evacuate this place. I have to act quick."

"What does that mean?" I asked him nervously.

He hesitated. There was a worried look on his face. "I have to perform the surgery now."

"Do you really have to do it?" I did not want my body to change. I felt uncomfortable with the idea of him slicing me up like that, redesigning me.

"If I let you out like this, the agency will find you and they will find terrible things to do to you. Is that what you want?" he asked me. He was anxious. I could see it in his eyes. "We have to hurry."

"Aren't you scared that you will kill me? You are not in the best mood right now," I told him.

"I have done this before. I live under constant fear of getting discovered. I will get you out of here alive," he tried to sound reassuring, but he did not convince me.

"Somebody broke into your secret home and you want to make me a Barbie right now?" I would not stand for that. "I am not doing this."

I distanced myself from him, but I could not go far because he was blocking the door and the room was not big.

"The more time it takes you to realise this, the messier the operation will be. So calm down. This is for your own good."

***

We were in one of the rooms that were usually locked. I laid half-naked on the table. He had added a thin mattress so that I did not get uncomfortable.

I gazed at the ceiling. I had not even taken a final look in the mirror. Everything was going to change.

"What exactly are you going to do to me?" I asked him. Mr. Bentley was preparing his tools.

"Your entire face will look different. Your nose, your eyebrows, your chin... Anything you can imagine. Body-wise I will have to change your breast-size," he told me. He was looking through one of the boxes, and he pulled out little plastic bags filled with fluid. What were they for? "I will use a lot of implants."

"Please, do not make me a Barbie," I begged him.

"I do not aim to make you a Barbie. Whatever that is. I just want to make you unrecognisable," he explained.

Mr. Bentley was not as calm as usual. I was afraid to let him operate on me while he was like that.

I had accepted the operation. I wanted to get away from the agency, but he needed to be in top form for this operation. From what I gathered he would change a lot of things on me.

"You are so stressed," I softly said.

"Please, stop reminding me," Mr. Bentley uttered bitterly.

"I know something that will take the edge off, Mr. Bentley," I purred. I was using this to my advantage.

Mr. Bentley stopped what he was doing and turned around in my direction.

"What are you suggesting, Selena?" His voice sounded husky.

"Please, Mr. Bentley, make me yours before you change me," I implored suggestively.