Abducting BTS

Chapter 25- Proletariat scum

"Fuck..." I mutter to myself under my breath as I run my finger along the edge of the card, reading the writing written in a quick and looping hand. There's a lot of it.

I had almost forgotten about the daughter. She was nearly inconsequential to me and I was far too wrapped up in my own self-pity to think much of her last night or this morning. 

I think of her now. I hope she's not a cunt. 

I'm not used to children. I haven't spent any time with them since I was one and even then it was mostly to be bullied. I wasn't bullied so much as left out really. Even their mothers were kinda dickheads... They'd always give me either pitying or disgusted looks based on my unwashed clothes and ratty hair. It had never been cut and was rarely brushed. A bad combination if there ever was one. My mum liked it long when she would get into one of her mothering moods. She liked to braid pretty plaits into the golden silk after she'd spend an hour untangling the rat's nest.

I swear again under my breath as I press it up to my nose. These people are obsessed with scent - the disgusting sandalwood being the worst. 

Scowling I look around for the dress - finding a thankfully much simpler one than last nights but the white gown is still too much and takes nearly half an hour to wrangle into. The damn thing has frills everywhere and long sleeves but at least it covers more than the scandalous one of last night and is a less striking colour. 

I read the note again before I do my makeup - just the portions that relate. It was very specific. 

"To meet the young miss' requirements, you must hide any visible tattoos with the foundation in the blue bottle. Use a touch on your bruises on your face but the red bottle as usual. Your skin must be very smooth - nothing visible and very pale. Use the grey powder to contour  - no bronzer and absolutely no blemishes! Do not use too much of the grey. The aim is porcelain, not a corpse. Wide eye makeup. Use white liner where necessary. Blush and light lip tint is a must. Only use the false eyelashes if you are proficient. I will check when I collect you."

It's very complex and exceedingly peculiar. I had roughly an hour to complete it and the time limit looming over me? I didn't expect that.

Gingerly, I set myself down on at the dressing table and search the bottles and pallets - pulling out the ones I need along with a few items for the perfect skin effect. 

The table is a mess by the time I've finished and I hate the way I look. Tim Burton comes to mind though I don't look quite so far gone. My eyes look massive too and it irritates me in a way I can't pin down. The innocence it conveys feels weak... Like a lie or maybe not that, but something almost similar.

Either way it's only a few minutes until Miss Q "Comes to collect me."

She whisks in and I can't help but notice that I could rather easily incapacitate her. It's like a gut reaction of 'hey! I could snap your neck like a twig'

I shove it to the back of my mind.... but if it comes to it... No. She was at least not cruel and had even warned me about a few things. I'd try to exhaust other possibilities first.

I stood up nonetheless prone to defend if not attack.

She took one look at me, long and evaluative, tracing from my hair to my ankles and back. She spent a while studying my face and took another few steps towards me, gently motioning for me to turn my face up and to the side and back the opposite direction.

"Good." She muttered, brows creased lightly. "Yes, you will do nicely."

I felt ridiculous.

"What's going on? I don't know what's happening." It felt strange to ask. Like I should be prying and manipulating it out of her but she seems too observant for that. She'd likely take a strong disliking to that.