Barbie Transformation

The Lamb To His Slaughter

(THIS IS A BIG CHAPTER. PAY CLOSE ATTENTION BECAUSE THE NEXT ONE IS GOING TO BE EVEN MORE EVENTFUL THAN THIS ONE. GOD; I FEEL LIKE EMMERSON'S LIFE IS LIKE A DECOY OF KIM KARDASHIAN'S LIFESTYLE. DRAMA DRAMA LLAMA. 2209 words, phewf. )

Today is the day in which Max Claxton will go to jail and hopefully burn in hell. Okay, well, maybe that’s a little harsh. But either way, I’m nervous as heck. What if he actually doesn’t go to jail?

What if that bias judgemental (get it, get it?) lady lets him go without charges, allowing him to rape other girls like myself?

“Emmerson, stop worrying alright? You’ll do fine.” Jasper exclaims as Zero wraps an arm around my shoulder comfortingly.

“I’m not worrying.” I scoff, trying to make myself look a little less vulnerable, but it only makes Jasper roll his eyes at me.

“I need to use the toilet.” I blurt and gently nudge Zero’s arm off my shoulders. He gives me a hesitant glance, “Are you alright?”

 “Yeah, I’m just dandy.” I say extremely sarcastically, causing Zero to seem slightly taken aback by my harsh words. I frown guiltily and sigh, “I’m sorry.”

Zero nods understandingly with a small smile, “The bathrooms are down that corridor.” He points, “Do you want me to show you where they are?” He offers kindly.

I can’t help but feel like he’s only offering to show me where they are so that I don’t encounter Hunter.

“No. It’s fine.” I say firmly, spinning around groggily and walking towards the direction Zero pointed to.

As I make my way towards the toilets, I can’t help but feel like I’m being watched or lurked upon. It makes my insides feel queasy. I turn around to see if anyone is there, but no evidence supports my assumption. Turning back again, I sigh in relief at the sight of the ‘G I R L S   T O I L E T S’ sign. Pushing the door open, I walk inside and look around.

Expensive is the first word that comes to my mind.

I kind of expected the bathroom to be a cheap looking place, not long-drop material (ew), but just low-grade things. Toilets with see-through seats with shells inside them and foamy soap are not what I expected.

Walking to the mirrors, I glance at myself, scowl and look away. I look like shit to put it simply.

The door suddenly creaks open, causing me to jump in surprise. I spin around to view the girl, but what I see is far from it.

“Hello Emmy… Miss me?” His gravelly voice asks smugly, blue eyes piercing through my gentle soul.

I gulp and squeeze my eyes shut; his are making me feel uncomfortably scared.

“Oh come on Em… Don’t you want to play again?” He questions and takes a step forward.

I shriek when I feel his cold, harsh fingers touch my cheek. Quickly, I run inside one of the cubicles and shut the door, locking it.

“Emmerson. Get out here.” He commands, causing me to let out a scared whine. “You know what happens when I’m angry, don’t you. I get all rough and you always end up getting hurt.” He snickers sinisterly.

“Now, if you just come outside, nobody’s going to get hurt, okay?”

My breathing is unevenly shaking, I don’t reply.

“Get out!” He shouts and abruptly hits his fists against the cubicle door. I let out a cry for help, scared out of my wits.

“Are you afraid of me? Afraid of what I’ll do to you? When I touch you…” He asks, “ You’re like a little lamb.” He laughs evilly, taunting me.