His Pet

Part 4

The guards left, but not before uncuffing me and placing Montana on a chair. The mature blond lady looked intimidating but friendly enough, so I decided I could probably trust her.

"Is she alright." I pointed at Montana still in her unconscious state.

"She's fine don't worry about her we're going to worry about you at the moment."

The way she carried herself even the she spoke seemed almost regal. She stood up and held her hand out to me.
"Come now dear let's get you freshened up." She had the warmest smile on her face and I couldn't help but smile back.

I took her hand, and she led me to the bathroom. She gave me the instructions of showering then she gave me a toothbrush, so I could brush my teeth.

I stood in front of the mirror for about 10 minutes just studying my face. I couldn't recognize the person in front of me. My hair was frizzy and tangled in knots. My eyes looked vacant and had purple-ish bags underneath them. My white shirt had seen better days. When I was in my cage, I would try to poke small hole in it as a way to entertain myself. Overall I looked like shit.

When I got in the shower, I found there were a lot of expensive looking products. From shampoo to shaving cream, everything looked and smelled to expensive for me to touch.

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When I finished showering, I wrapped a towel around my body, and walked back into the beauty room.

Walking back into the room, I saw Montana awake sitting in a chair with a bottle of water in her hand. I made eye contact with her, and ask with my eyes if she was okay. I think she caught my drifted because she nodded back at me.

The older woman stood from where she was sitting and gracefully walked over to me.

"Well you look much better." she said as she held my face studying my features. she turned to Montana and said, "You may now wash up darling; I'm sure you'll find everything you'll need."

Montana made a beeline for the bathroom with saying a word to either of us. The woman sat me down in front of the vanity mirror as she began to brush my hair. I cleared my throat not entirely sure how to start the conversation.

"So what exactly did you mean when you said you were getting my ready for tonight." I asked, unsure of how she would respond. Her hand stopped in its place. I looked at her through the mirror, and it looked as if she was struggling with what to say.

She sighed, "There's no easy way to say this so I'm just going to tell the truth. You and your friend are going to be sold in an auction to a very wealthy man or woman. Some of these people you may even recognize as politicians, business people, mob members, and even celebrities," Her eyes held dear in them as she before she said these words.

"You need to be extremely aware that all of these people are very dangerous, and not exactly in the way you would think. It would be in your best interest to do exactly as they say and not anger them.

A chill went down my spine as I listened to her warning. I gave her a silent nod, and kept my mouth shut.

When the woman finished my hair, I was extremely pleased with what I saw. My wavy, chocolate brown hair was now in soft curls that gave my hair volume. She styled it in two half-up half-down pigtails and left my bangs in front of my face. I thought it maybe made me look a bit too young, but I wasn't going to agrue with her.

I watched as she worked on Montana I noticed that she played into the rocker vibe that she gave off. She braided on side of her hair and curled the other side. I thought that she looked really badass. I caught Montana's attention and gave her a smile and thumbs up. She seemed to like that because she stuck her tongue out at me.