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L • E • R • A • T • O
Pounding. That's all you could hear.
Her room was right next to theirs and it would always happen. Like routine, something you had no option but to follow. She was nine at that time, a little too young and she knew and heard things no normal nine year old would. She was used to it though, she was used to everything. There was this tiny part of her that wanted to feel sorry for her. This tiny part of her that wanted to believe that she too thought all of this was crazy but she would dismiss it. Every single time, she would dismiss it.
She knew she didn't think any of it was crazy, she never thought any of it was crazy. She wanted it, just as much he did. At first it didn't make sense, how one would want to be beat and ordered on like you were someone's slave but soon she got to understand. She got to see that she really was a slave and she had no problem. She liked being told what to do. She liked being beat, shouted at and then dragged into a room at the end of the day, to be eaten out by a monster.
She liked it. All of it. And there was nothing she could do besides leaving. Getting all the standard education she needed and then leaving, forever. She hadn't known where she would be going. Everything was totally knew to her but she managed. From being the silly girl working at a car wash to meeting Bergman, and her life changing forever.
"Are the girls ready?" He stood there, looking as dazzling as ever. Before she would've thought all of this was crazy, that she shouldn't be doing something like this but I guess, now, she truly understood what her mom had went through.
"Yes, dressed and everything. Though I suggest we keep an eye on Mandisa" she responded, referring to the girl who had arrived only a couple of weeks back. "Trouble again?" He asked and she nodded, now walking up towards him.
"I thought she would've settled in by now," she said, disappointed in both herself and his men for bringing her in. "Your job was to make her settle in, just like you've done to every other girl. That is what you're here for after all," he said, now seeming displeased. She signed, putting her hands on both of his arms. She knew where this conversation would be going and she didn't want that, she wanted to give him as much reassurance as possible.
"She's twelve okay? She's way younger than any girl we've ever brought in so she just needs time. Just give her time," She said, now watching his straight face. "One more week," he blurted out. "One more week and she better be fine," he continued and with that walked straight out the door. This was usually never a problem. She never had a problem with settling any girl in but Mandisa was different. Not only because she was way younger but because she hardly spoke nor presented any emotions.
She grabbed her bag laying on the bed and walked out, straight to the girl's dorm room. It was the biggest room of the mansion, equipping the girls with everything they needed so they could perform to the best of their ability. Akhona, their eldest, was teaching a dance move to a group of other girls and there Mandisa was, sitting the furthest away from everybody. She was twelve and had the body of a 20 year old model. She just couldn't be effective with it.
