On the other side of the Mirror

Chapter 3: Behind the scenes

"It's...."I couldn't say anything. I was flabbergasted. What does he expect me to do for him? The room looked like an exact replica of a theater. It was breathtaking. How do you get this much money to make a theater like this? there were lights hitting the stage, they illuminated most of the theater. the stage it self was huge, and there was about 300 seats. why would one man need that many seats? the seats were fancy, though. Each one looked comfy, the seats were red, of course. the red curtains were covering the stage. 

"Follow me. I want you to meet someone." he said with a smile, and walked in front of me. I followed. what else could I do? The drugs still had the effects on me, they may not be as strong as before. but they still worked. we walked down the steps, until we reached the very front.

"This way." He led me to the curtains, and then moved them aside. there was a door behind them. He opened it, and let me pass first. "Ladies first."he said

I walked in and what I saw... There were girls. lots of them, and most were dressed as ladies from the 1900's. when they saw Charles behind me. they all cheered and most walked over to him, and started... touching him, in a way that would be breaking the school rule "hands to yourself" in so many ways.

"Ladies, ladies. Calm down! I need to introduce you to someone." he pointed at me. "This is Elizabeth, and I need you girls to show her around. Will you?"

"Of course!" a pretty, black haired girl said. "Anything for you..' she smiled and twirled a finger through his hair.

He moaned in pleasure. "I need you girls to train Lizzy here. Go get her ready, and give her a bath. I want her squeaky clean." He smirked my way. 

"I thought you liked them dirty." A blonde haired girl said.

"Well, first I like them clean, then I dirty them up." He chuckled.

"Well, I gotta make her extra clean then. You'll dirty her up too soon.." The black haired girl said., and walked off and a few other girls joined her and they took me to the back. I looked back once more, and Charles was gone. Oh, my God! I'm freaking out. I'm freaking the fuck out! The room they brought me to, was like a bathroom. except, it was huge. It looked like an inside pool. There was showers and bath tubs lining the walls, and in the middle of the room, was a huge Jacuzzi. It was as big as a pool, and of course everything looked old, and vintage-y 

I was so amazed and awe-struck, that I almost didn't hear one the girls talking."I'm Lindsey," A brown haired girl said. She was pretty, just like the black haired one, except she looked...old. She was young though, she just looked....smart, maybe. Wise even, but that couldn't be. All the girls here are probably brain-washed. "and you're Lizzy of course!"

"Yeah... Umm I have a question. What is he going to do to me..?" I asked, waiting for an honest answer.

Instead all three of them looked at each other and awed. "Aww, you poor thing!" The black-haired one said, and started chuckling. 

 "Come on, now! We have to be nice to her." Lindsey tried to calm their laughter. 

"Ok! Ok," A red-haired girl said. She just looked plain slutty. Everything, was out and showing, unlike what Lindsey and the black haired girl were wearing, which was dresses from the 1900's. The girl was wearing a low, low cut dress, it was extremely short. "I'm Josie." She smiled, a fake smile. "I'll be doing your hair, and don't even argue with me. That's how it works here, I do your hair and you shut up and enjoy it, kay?" She looked at me, waiting for me to defy her.

I didn't though, There wasn't much I could do. either, they would drug me again to do it, or I could just let her do it, without all the drugs. I nodded briefly, I didn't trust my voice, I know It'd probably crack if I talked. I just wanted to curl up into a tiny ball, and cry. They're going to prostitute me, or maybe even sell me off and there's nothing I can do. My eyes must have begun to water, because the black-haired girl looked at me, and said: "Oh, stop crying, you wuss. Nothing's going to happen. We're just going to clean you up. Charles usually doesn't choose you until you're trained. And if he does choose you, then you are one lucky girl. The job isn't hard, and it pays well."