Life Turned Upside Down

Getting ready

Sammi's pov:
I slumped in the shower as the hot water hit against me as I sobbed into my hands covering my face. I would allow myself this moment to be fully unguarded. I clenched my jaw as I cried hard. I didn't know what was to come next. I was terrified as I was curled up into a naked ball at the base of the shower wall. I tried to calm down so I wouldn't hyperventilate but I lost the battle. I clawed at the shower floor as my nails scraped against the tile floor.

"My dear, you need to finish up, master will be upset if you waste his time." The maid says through the door.

I looked up, finally settling down, my expression growing cold now. he can wait for-fucking-ever for all I care! I mean the guy literally has all eternity! Fuck him! "Tell him he can go fuck himself!" I growl at the maid. I'm sure she was sweet and kind but I didn't like anyone he was associated with, even the people who would bend to his will.

"Miss, you should be careful how you speak, he doesn't like that fowl language." She says to me.

"I don't really care, what's your name?" I ask through the door.

"Angel." She answers.

"That's pretty, I'm Sammi." I tell her sort of relaxing. I'd love to get to actually know her, she seemed very nice. But soon I would be sold so It did not matter. I finished cleaning and turned off the water as I pulled a large fluffy towel from the rack and shook it out, wrapping it around my slender body. It was warm. I think it had just been heated. I never got this kind of luxury at home. I chuckled to myself.

I finally unlocked the door. When I opened it Angel gasped in horror and shook her head.

"What?" I asked.

"You took too much time, dear, your hair is a mess and very wet, master will very displeased with both of us!" she rushed us over to a table and sat me down on the cushy chair as she faced me to look in the mirror. she worked out my hair, pulling and tugging and curling and pinning. She was quite the artist when it came to beauty as she had done my hair all curly and pretty up in a lose bun as curls flowed down my back, my make up a Smokey black with dark red tint and a hint of glitter. I felt like a clown in too much make up but looked like royalty. The lipstick matched perfectly as it filled my lips, my cheeks a soft pink you could hardly tell was there.

"Oh it's beautiful!" I tell her as I look at myself.

"You really like it?" she blushed and smiled.

"Angel! Is she ready?!" we heard Demitrious beam loudly and impatient from the door.

"No, Master! I still have to dress her!" Angel tells him.

"Fine! Hurry!" he demands coldly.

Angel rushes me up but carefully as to not have me fall.

She takes a large dress bag and unzips the dress, revealing a loud deep seductive red shimmering dress.

I gasp as I begin to panic, I never wore dresses, I hated them, I felt very self-conscious. I shook my head. "No, I can't, please, don't make me wear that." I beg as I hug the towel tightly around me.

"You have too. He choose it." she says.

"What in the hell is taking so long!" Demitrious burst through the door and I gasp, walking back and away from him as I'm startled.

"Sir, I'm sorry. She won't wear it." Angel tells him in a begging voice.

"I don't care, dress her, you're wasting my time, you ignorant girl! I don't know why I kept you! You would've been better as my dinner!" he insults her and hits her across the face. He hits her hard enough she falls down, dropping the dress. "I should've rid of you years ago, you useless wench!" She gasps as tears fall from her eyes. This enraged me. I was shaking, those tears in the shower meant nothing anymore. I rushed over and darted in front of her as he was about to grab her by the hair.