World War 3 (One Direction)

A Makeover

Chapter 6

'Get out!' Shrieked a Seizer as he opened the door. He took my hands and cuffed them up roughly.

'Huh? Where's my dinner?' I tripped over the marble floor, passing by cells. I felt another zap of electricity again as they pointed the Zapper at me. 'Right, here comes the "Blinding Band" or whatever you call it.' The Seizer threw a metallic strip around my eye and obstructed my sight. Walking blindly and rather blurly, I had the feeling of falling off every time.

After what seemed like forever, a big hand pushed me from behind and removed the band before closing the door behind me. I stared at the room with my jaw dropping. It was a bathroom made out entirely of glass. A bathtub the size of a small pool was sunk into the ground, shaped like a seashell. Water had already been filled to the brim, swirling with all sorts of bubbles and foams, sprouting from what I guess was the bottom of the tub like a fountain.

I glanced around and examined the room more closely. There was no one around. Seizing the opportunity, seeing as how I hadn't taken a bath for more than a week, I jumped in and cleansed myself thoroughly, getting rid of the filth and stench that clung to my body. The water to a light red for a moment, when my blood-stained skin was scrubbed roughly, before being replaced with fresh clean water.

I grabbed a clean robe and wrapped myself when I heard a click. I jumped around and found myself faced with a lady without much expression. My instincts kicked in and I delivered a well punched fist to her cheek. With a sickening crunch, I cradled my sore knuckles. Her face was rock hard. Only then did I notice a seam line under the slightly translucent skin which actually turned out to be silicon.

'You're a robot.' I mumbled, still bearing the pain of the blow which backfired.

'Follow me.' The robot lady beckoned in her neutral voice. Not knowing what to do, I had no choice to follow her through a door I had previously not notice and into another room with ceilings twice as high as a normal room. Every inch of the walls were covered with dresses of all shapes, shoes of every colour, accessories I wouldn't wear.

A couple more robots stood like ladies in waiting. As I entered, the first robot that I had already met shoved me onto a cushion stool. 'I don't understand.' I muttered confusedly. I caught a glimpse of the silver name tag on her white blouse with the words "Sparks" printed neatly.

The other two robots said nothing but rummaged through a rack of dresses and pulled out a pink ball gown with a puffy structural skirt. I eyed it with disgust.

'Wear it.' Sparks said emotionlessly. She struck me to be the only one who was comprehensible of words. 'You need to be presentable for the master. Resist and I will resort to using force.' She lifted a skinny metallic finger which gave off a little spark.

Oh, that's what it meant.

Reluctantly, I slipped on the dress and the pair of high heels they've chosen. After some time of arguing, I managed to get off with wearing my jeans under the dress.

'Will you quit it?' I shouted as Sparks tugged at my hair, pulling it into a sleek ponytail.

'You're ready.' She said.

'For what?!'

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