Chapter 7
I woke up with a blurry vision. The first thing my eyes came to view was no other than the Mr.styles.
"I have a proposition for you," he says.
"A what?" I asked confused.
"A proposition." He retaliated.
Oh
"Well, what is it?" I asked, then gulped.
"You have to do whatever I like, whenever I feel like it, and you can't reject me,
"And I'll get you out of this hellhole sooner than you think."
"I don't know." I said.
I'm really, really confused. Why did he want me to be his personal slave? Out of everyone here, he chooses me. I guess this will be the only interesting thing to do here.
"Okay," I barely mumbled.
He arched his eyebrows, surprised, I'd even say "yes".
Then, he smirked at me mischievously.
With that I left his large office and went straight to the cafeteria. I grabbed what there was and sat next to a group of women.
I looked at them if it was 'okay'. They nodded and I sat.
This old women was passing out yogurt. She passed it to the ladies. The food looked terrible. I couldn't even describe. That's how bad it was.
As if the lady knew I want one, she gave me one too.
"I mean who would want to eat this piece of craps," I said laughing.
All the people around me just stared at me in shock. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.
"I made the food," she said quite angrily.
"Oh my," I said quickly.
"I'm so, so sorry. I really didn't mean it and I really appreciate if you accepted my apology and-" I blabbered on.
"She's my mother," the redheaded woman said.
I just stared at her.
"She won't feed you at all. She'll make you starve for not being grateful." She said.
I couldn't take it anymore. I know I probably sounded stupid but I ended up crying. I didn't want to starve.
I walked back to my cell embarrassed to go out anymore.
I don't even know the time anymore. I took off my bra and slept on the hard bed. I wouldn't even call it a bed. It was more of a wooden board, with a quilt.
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The next morning, I woke up a bit earlier. I heard my cell open and close. I was still half-asleep so it was hard to see who it was.
After, a few minutes later, they had blown a whistle. I stood up and rubbed my eyes. I walked over to where I left bra.
IT WAS MISSING.
I couldn't believe it. I put on my shirt and looked down to my boobs. My nipples were showing on the shirt. It frustrated me. I had an idea who it was. After, they let us get out of our cells. I rushed over to Mr.styles. I literally stomped on the floor.
I busted the door open.
My eyes widen. A girl was sucking him off.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I didn't. Sorry." I said.
I just interrupted someone giving a blowjob. Ew.
"Leave." He said.
I closed the door.
"No not you, Lana." He growled.
"No, it's okay I'll come at another time." I said quietly.
"Come in!" He yelled.
I opened the door and the unrecognizable women left.
"First things first, did you steal my bra?" I ask.
"Maybe, Maybe not," he said.
He walked over to his desk. I leaned my body a tad to see what he was looking for.
Suddenly, he pulled out my bra.
"Give it back!" I said.
He held his hand out high so I couldn't reach it. Even if I jumped it would be no use.
"I'll give it back, but you have to do something for me," he whispered into my ear.
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FanfictionLana was the kind of girl of who didn't like being told what to do and what not to do. After a vicious arguement, that led Lana to run out of the house, she was caught up in something no one wanted to happen to them. She was in the wrong place at t...