Bondage- (A Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 4

*Clara's POV*

Well, today's the day. The day I've been dreading for. Fear will struck the minds of each and every girl here.

"Okay. Here's the plan ladies," Tom began. "You'll all go with some of the most professional makeup artists we have to offer."

I sighed. I never really liked wearing so much makeup, but I mean no one's getting what they want here.

"They're going to 'doll you up' to make you look presentable in the auction. "Man, "presentable" huh?" Ryan mumbled. "RYAN! This will be the last word to hear from you until the auction. Do you understand??" Tom yelled, and Ryan looked down and nodded.

Just a few minutes later we were all separated in groups to our "makeup and clothing artists". My group and I were sent to a hall by the name of "47". It wasn't till a little while later that I noticed there was a female guard with us.. Interesting. Her features showed me that she really wasn't the type to mess with..

I was led to room called "11" where I was greeted by a royal red wallpaper with golden patterns, fluffy light red chairs and almost anything I could imagine in a movie set.

This place is literally paradise for any movie star. Back home we couldn't afford any of this, so it's kinda unusual to me..

"Hello.. Enjoy the room?" I nearly pissed myself due to the person scaring the shit outta me.

"Oh my gosh I nearly pissed myself, but er- yeah?.." I breathed.

"My name is Zinner. I'll be your makeup and dressing artist for the auction" Zinner smiled.

Zinner was quitely "chosen" for a job like this in my opinion. She had ginger red hair, tattoos going up and down her arms, and piercings wherever you could name. I mean, why wouldn't they have her for the job?

"I am Clara Young." I said quietly.

"Well you're quite gorgeous, Clara." Zinner said softly and smiled.

"So.. Um, any ideas to make myself look 'good' or 'sexy' for this shitty auction??" I questioned.

"Clara." Zinner sighed, "don't be so down with yourself.. Every girl is hoping for their life that they'll get a person nice enough to NOT torture them.." Zinner sighed.

Just the thought of knowing that they'll torture us scares me even more..

"But, girls like You, don't come along too often. I think you'll be lucky with your traits.." Zinner smiled.

"Well. How bout' we get started, eh?"

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"First up's the dressing. All you gotta do is tell me bout' yourself and I can figure it all out!" Zinner giggled.

"Well, I like the color blue, but my mum prefers a pastel sorta color on me.. Which I don't enjoy as much."

"I think I can actually figure something out for you that'll look promising.." Zinner giggled.

This is going to be interesting..

It's been Atleast a couple hours or so but I think it's pretty interesting that these artists have each and every tools and supplies they need.

"IM HERE!!" Zinner screamed which once again, scared the shit outta me.

"Holy shit damn Zinner! Next time knock.." I sighed.

"Wwwhaaaateverrrr, you'll love the dress." She giggled. Great. I'm totally excited to see myself look even more ridiculous than I do in this dress.

"Trust me, even you will enjoy it." That's awkward.. She literally just like read my mind..

I was pushed into a room where something extremely beautiful was in front of me.

"Oh my gosh.." Zinner said. "Yo-you look.. Amazing."

I look at myself in the mirror. I couldn't even recognize myself. The dress was a royal red "princess-like" dress with a very tight waist to show my figure. Along the sides below the waist were small rhinestones that made me glimmer even more.

This felt all so wrong.. But I was held back by my beautiful appearance.

"Wow.. But now it's time for hair and makeup! I won't even recognize you.." Zinner giggled.

"Well, let's get on with it then.." I sighed in tiredness.

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"I'm thinking curly would go along with your dress." Zinner hummed.

The room was FILLED with any makeup and hair-styling tool you could name. I felt like I was joining a beauty pageant due to all this pampering..

"Your hair works really well with the curler!!" Zinner screamed which once again, brought me out of thought crazily.

"That's good I guess?.." I trailed off. I just can't stop thinking of this whole story.. Where it all began..

//flashback//

"D-dad?" I whispered." Everyone was quiet; not a living soul would dare to talk. "Where did dad go, mom?" I questioned.

"Your father is talking to the vampires honey.. He's going to save us." She whispered.

I was so clueless. I never knew what the vampire guards would do to families. I didn't know what they could take from others.

With my little legs, I ran towards the door where grandma was holding me away. "Gramma, what's goin on??" I squeaked.

"Your dad.. He's.." "Taking a trip." She sighed. "Well, why is mommy crying?" I worried more. "The vampires are mean, mean people. Your father saved us.. He was taken as prisoner to spare our lives. When your 18, make the right choice and be strong.."

That's when I broke.

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"Uh-uhm Clara??" Zinner yelled.

"Huh? What? Wha-" I jumped. "What just happened?.." Zinner chuckled.

"I-I'm not.. I don't wanna talk about it." I trailed off. Nice, Clara. Nice.

"Anyways, you're hair and makeup's done!" Zinner explained. I looked it the mirror and I completely didn't recognize myself. I looked so mature and gorgeous; something I wouldn't ever be able to accomplish the the supplies I had at home.. Home.

"Y-you should be happy, today's your special day!" Zinner sighed.

"How the fuck can I be happy when I'll be sold to someone like a blood bag?! I'll be tossed around as a pet and nothing more to it. Today is any day someone would mourn for." I yelled.

I didn't mean to really startle Zinner.. But this is all serious shit to me, I'm positive I'm not the only one freaking out about this, but I know I am a lot.

"Sorry." I sighed running a hand through my long hair.

"It's alright boo, I understand.. I went through the same when I was your age."

"You did?.. What's your story?" I asked curiously.

Well, it all started out with Lord Louis..

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