I stood by the bathroom mirror, running a brush through my thick blonde hair, and staring at my thicc body and baby-blue eyes in the mirror, when my father walked in. He smelled like weed, and took a long drag from a cigarette.
"Sup, loser," he said icily. "Hurry up, you need to go!"
"Where am I going?" I asked softly. I know I shouldn't anger him, but I've always been a curious person.
"To meet your new owners. I'm selling you to buy dog food for Jaeger."
"But I'm your daughter!" I cried, horrified.
"Stop being selfish, Caroline Timura. Come on, they're outside."
"They?"
"One Direction."
