Overcome (editing)

Chapter Twenty - Three

An idea of what Rihanna was forced to wear.

Saturday

The night was here, the night I'd loose my dignity forever. Mr. Buntly dressed me himself, he had me in a UPS outfit, except the shorts had my ass cheeks hanging out and the shirt was so tight that my breasts were crushed together revealing a cleavage that would probably fall out if God forbid I dropped something. As I look at myself in the mirror, I was ashamed. My eyes were puffy, I cried the entire night and they were the evidence.

He had left a brown package on the bed and had given me a line to say as soon as I see the target, the line was:

Your package is delivered

After tonight that is it, I already planned it. I will follow Clarissa's footsteps and overdose myself.
It hurts to know how many people I will hurt by my actions but in time they will forgive me....Yes, in time they will.

It was Charles who got me, when he saw me it took everything for him not to break down, but he was close, I could tell as he trembled to the point of passing out and how he avoided eye contact and with every ounce of strength he could muster he said:

It's time.

As we walked to the underground room I understood how prisoners sentence to death must feel, nothing was different as we slowly took our steps to my doom.

There was a huge metal door that had a keypad to enter a code, Charles slowly typed it in: 2-9-6-8..enter and it lit green. The door automatically open.

To my surprise I wasn't alone, there was a long corridor filled with girls my age. Some looked scared as I was but some were bold and ready and as I passed them to an empty chair I saw that some were crying and some were glaring at me. I finally reached the chair and sat.

There were doors with numbers on it but the doors were closed.

A huge breasted girl started talking to the red head wearing a sailor outfit, all equally revealing as mine was:

Gosh I hope I get number eight, he's new and I heard he is so fucking hot.... she said.

I heard it too!.... the other shouted..... sorry Stacey but I want number 8

No uh i want him!.... she shouted. And they bickered like that for what felt like ages.

But then all chatter was interrupted by the overhead intercom where a female voice that seductively said:

Ladies.... open your envelope

Soon enough I watch as all the girls took out there own envelope and ripped it open. I watch as the girl with the huge breast open hers and said: fuck me I didn't Get him.

The girl in the sailor outfit hurriedly open hers and her face suddenly was consumed with disappointment as she groan: I didn't get him either....

Then another girl way at the top of the line shouted: who the fuck got number eight!?

Persons started answering:

Nope

Not me

Not me either

They were multiple of chatter until someone turned to me and asked as she snapped her gum.

Hey you!....new girl....what number you got?

Suddenly everyone was now staring at me, I shakingly open my envelope and sure enough, it was number eight.

Immediately I was looked at with scorn and hatred by most of the girl.

I--i don't even want to be here so if you wanna switch we can...I said nervously.

I'll switch!!!... the big breasted girl shouted.

No give it to me!.... said another and the chaos broke until we were all silence by the lady on the intercom:

Sorry ladies..... switching is not allowed. Please match your number with the door and one more thing.... enjoy!!!!

The girls rose and stood before their door, some push and shoved me as they pass, others stared me down with evil eyes. I was the last one to go to my door and as I was about to enter I took a deep breath and open.