Sealed and Silenced (Watty Awards 2012)

Sealed and Silenced: Chapter 16

 “Ahhh, goood.” I hear is sick Scottish voice before I see him. Billy stands behind a table with his body weight resting on the back of a chair. I think back to just a few moments ago, when Carter whispered his hushed goodbye to me. His gentle touch on my arm, somehow calming. Now he’s gone.

Mia blinks against the assault of fluorescence. The men push us towards him.

“Enjoyed your time in the basement I see.” His beady black eyes stare at us, searching us. For what, I cannot be sure. I do know that the sense of loathing I feel for this man is astonishing.

“Well, let’s get straight to it then. It’s nearly time to open, and nameless one, it’s nearly time for you to put on a perfect little smile and prance around for my special client. Thankfully you didn’t piss off Rick and he is bringing his son tonight.” I curl my upper lip in disgust. I don’t want to please another man, goddamnit. He turns to Mia.

“You,” he extends a long and nubby looking finger. “I want you to help this little bitch get ready. Dress her up all nice. Make up and whatever the hell else you girls put on to look fuckable.” My lip curls further.

Mia says nothing, just nods. She grabs me by the wrist pulling me upstairs and quickly shoving me into her room.  Her hands shake violently as she closes the door with a snap.

 “Mia,” I choke out as soon as she closes the door. “Mia, I’m not ready.” She is already rushing to her wardrobe, throwing open the crafted doors and searching desperately inside.

“I don’t know what to do. I don’t –” she cuts me off with a rushed ‘shh’. Her face turns to stone and she becomes all business.

 Mia reaches inside the wardrobe and pulls out a small purse, stuffed to the brim. After that she pulls out a strapless, red cocktail dress. A golden black zipper opens the dress and it looks way to small and short, even for me who’s 5”4 and bone.

“Put this on.” It’s a command, not a suggestion. Mia’s voice is laced with panic and desperation. I watch as she opens the purse and starts to dig through it, occasionally throwing something on the bed.

“Now, damn it!” Mia’s eyes flash. I don’t delay any further. I slip out of my bloodied clothes and they effortlessly fall to the floor. My fingers reach for the golden zipper and the dress opens itself to me.

One leg in at a time. The dress pauses around my ass before I yank it up. It reaches my bosom and I reach to zip it up. The dress hugs me in all the wrong ways, pushing up my breasts and barely covering my butt. This dress was obviously made for something festive or all too sexual. I feel like a cant breath wrapped in its clutches.

“Come,” Mia’s shaky voice comes from the bed. I walk towards her stiffly, unsure. She sits me on the bed and applies powders and strange things to my face. It feels too heavy. It feels like no less than five minutes before she has me a standing again.

Mia sets a pair of shinning gold heels in front of me. I raise an eyebrow, but she just crosses her arms, unable to stand silent resistance. I slip into them, making me grow hastily in height.  

“There,” she pauses, her eyes brimming and her voice ruff and choked up. “All set.” Now that Mia is done her work, she doesn’t know what to do. She is desperately trying to hold herself together, but is failing miserably. I didn’t except her to have this reaction to my sale of sorts.

I take a deep breath

“Mia, tell me it’s going to be okay.”

“It’s going to be okay.” She says, even though it’s clear she doesn’t believe her words. My strength has returned to me, when it has left Mia.

“Good, now keep telling yourself that.” Mia sinks into the bed. I turn at the door, prepared to leave my new friend in some peace.

“I will see you soon, I promise. I’ll be fine.” I hope.

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