One Direction's Sex Slave -Discontinued

Chapter One

*I'll try my best not to make this like the other cliché sex slave stories. I already have a pretty good plot line thought out!*

Chapter One

Devon's POV

"Devon, darling!" My mum called with fake kindness laced through her words. I heard the jingling of keys outside of my bedroom door, before the door opened and light flooded into my dark room. My mum appeared in my doorway, dressed in a black pencil skirt, bleached white shirt, and a tan blazer. Her hair was in a neat and tight bun and her face was caked with makeup, as always. "We're leaving, Devon."

"Where?" I asked.

"We're going to go make you look pretty." My mum explained, showing a fake smile.

"Huh?" I asked, utterly confused as to what my mother was attempting to explain to me.

"Put some shoes on and let's go." She commanded.

I obeyed my mother's command, even though she was not making any sense to me. She lead me through the bright house and towards the front door. She grabbed two umbrellas, holding one for herself and handing one to me. "Open it outside." She instructed and opened the door. I immediately heard the pitter-patter of the rain as my mother dragged me outside. I opened my umbrella, as instructed to do so, and held it above my head to shield me from the pouring rain.

My mother hastily shoved me into the back seat of her black car and slid into her front seat. I had managed to close my umbrella without her telling me to."Devon, dear," My mum began a new sentence as she almost always does, "We are going to make you pretty, do you understand what that means?"

I thought for a moment before replying, "I think so."

"Good." My mum looked as if she was going to add something to her reply, but she seemed to keep it to herself.

After several minutes had passed, my mum's car pulled up to a small building. I couldn't make out the font above the door of the building because of the rain, but assumed that this was where my mother was taking me. I opened the umbrella as soon as my mum opened the door. I held it above my head, once again, and followed my mother into the building.

"Devon and Aimee Cole." My mum smiled to the nice-looking woman who was sitting behind the front counter.

"We'll be right with you, take a seat." She replied in a monotone voice, contradicting my thoughts on her.

"Devon, darling," My mother began as we both sat down on a white sofa, "We are going to get your legs waxed, along with your eyebrows. We are going to give you a spray tan and bleach your teeth. And do you hair! Oh, darling! You're going to look flawless!" My mum smiled as she clasped her hands together.

"Okay." I replied, smiling cluelessly along with her, not knowing what was about to unfold before me.

~*~

After most of the rainy morning had passed, I had discovered the painful art of waxing. Just as my mother had said, the employees of the anonymous building had waxed my legs and eyebrows, leaving a painful sting where my hairs had once been. I had also discovered the odd process of spray tanning. I had been instructed to change into a bikini, before they took a spray bottle with a long wire attached to it. They sprayed my entire body with a sticky substance that made my pale skin become a few shades darker. The employees had also bleached my teeth, as my mother had promised. I faintly remember the process, but I do remember that my teeth became pure white. I learned that when my mum said 'do your hair,' she meant I would get my hair washed, trimmed, and curled to perfection.

"Devon, darling! You look absolutely gorgeous!" My mum exclaimed, smiling proudly at her daughter, which happened to be me. But not for much longer, as I soon found out.

"Thank you." I replied, returning the smile my mother had plastered across her face.

"We are going home now." She informed me, dragging me outside. I was about to open my umbrella when my mother showed me that it was no longer raining. She lightly shoved me into her back seat and took a seat in the driver's seat.

"We are going to go home now, darling." My mother smiled, starting her small black car. I nodded with delight, as I desperately wanted food. The rest of the car ride was silent, except for the occasional hum belonging to my mother. She pulled into the driveway of our house and released me from the backseat. We made our way inside and she instructed me to wait on the couch as she got something.

I obeyed her instructions by sitting on the couch and staring at the plain white wall that was littered with framed pictures of my mother, dad, and I. After my dad's passing, they were the only things, related to dad, that my mum allowed in the house. I had always wondered why my dad had to have left so soon, but whenever I brought the topic up to my mother, she dismissed it with the flick of her hand.

"Here it is, Devon, darling! I found my surprise!" My mother interrupted my gloomy thoughts as she came out from her bedroom. She handed me a bright pink bag. I looked up at her to see what she wanted me to do with it. "Open it!" She smiled.

I did as I was told and opened the bag. I found myself pulling out something that resembled a mixture of a shirt and a bra, an oddly made piece of underwear, a white shirt that seemed to have been cute short at the bottom, and a pair of denim shorts that had a few rips in them. The article of clothing that was a mixture between a shirt and bra was black and strapless and the "underwear" was the same color black. I gave my mother a questioning glance, as I continued to wonder what the purpose of these odd articles of clothing was.

"That's a bandeau that you wear under the crop top," My mum explained as she pointed to each article of clothing, "And that's a thong that you wear under the short-shorts. Go ahead and put them on in the toilet, I'll wait out here."

I obeyed her and took the bag into the toilet. I took out the "bandeau" and the "crop top," as my mother had called them, and exchanged them for the bra and t-shirt I was wearing then. I then exchanged my underwear and jeans for the "thong" and "short-shorts." I looked at myself in the mirror and cringed. Even if I hadn't received a proper education, or any education at all, I still knew that this wasn't the proper thing for a nineteen-year-old girl to be wearing. I exited the small powder room and met my mother in the living room.

"Oh, Devon! You look perfect! Let's go, now." My mum clapped, enthusiastically.

"Go where?" I asked in reply, as we walked outside of our house.

"You'll soon see." My mum promised. I nodded as she ushered me into her backseat. She got into the front seat and began driving to our destination.

"Devon, dear, I am going to introduce you to some people. Be nice, okay?" She asked. I nodded, slightly confused as to what she was talking about.

A/N:

I hope you liked the first chapter! Chapter Two will be up as soon as possible! Also, as said at the beginning of this chapter in bold, I will try my best not to make this cliché. If you have any questions or feedback, feel free to leave that in the comments!

<33 Cat

P.S. I write on my iPod, so there might be a few typos.