Luca

Lyla smiled but Evan just shook his head again.

“Don’t fill my sister’s head with anymore nonsense about freedom. Everyone who comes here does that, but no one leaves here unless it’s in a bag or a box, trust me.”

Lyla’s face dropped, but I ignored Evan’s defeatist attitude and squeezed Lyla’s hand.

Lyla was gentle as she helped bathe and dry me. She made me use oils on my private area which I found strange. She also praised me for being so newly waxed, apparently I’d saved her another tricky job. I rolled my eyes at that one, like anyone was going to get anywhere near me down there anyway.

She wrapped a red silk robe around me then walked me into a bedroom where she sat me down in front of a mirror and blow dried my hair into the biggest softest curls ever.

“Damn girl you should open your own beauty salon.” I joked and she grinned.

“I was training to be a hairdresser when we were…taken.” She replied averting her gaze so I wouldn’t see the pain she held within. “I’m also doing your make up, do you have any colours you like to use?”

“This isn’t a spa Lyla.” Evan snapped at her. “Just get on with it.”

“Leave her alone.” I couldn’t help but jump to her defence. “You both live a pretty shitty life as far as I can see so why can’t she pretend and play around once in a while?”

His cheeks flushed in embarrassment and he slunk back into the corner. He must have realised how unjust he was being to his sister. I was glad I’d put him in his place, and Lyla went to wor

k making my face look more glowing than it had done for a long time. No mean feat in this heat and with the tiredness I’d felt after the past twenty four hours.

“Lyla you’re a miracle worker.” I cooed. “When we get out of here I’m definitely coming to you for my hair and make-up.”

She giggled as Evan tutted but remained otherwise silent.

“Chloe, I don’t think you’ll like what he’s gonna make you wear.”

Lyla looked at me through the mirror we were both facing.

What Evan brought over could not be described as an outfit. It was a disgusting leather studded bondage style bra with strange hooks and a tiny leather thong which was dare I say crotchless. Like it needed the extra space in the middle, the two thin pieces of leather that would sit either side of my private area wouldn’t have been much of a covering anyway even if they were joined together, but they weren’t. I was going to be open for all the world to see.

“What the fuck! I’m not wearing that, no way, never ever.” I stood firm with my hands folded over my chest.

“You have to Chloe, he’ll do terrible things to all of us if you don’t.” Lyla pleaded.

“He can try but I still won’t wear it.” I shouted.

“Please.” Lyla held the strips of material forward.

“No!”

The fat ass boss must have been listening, or worse still watching us on some hidden camera as he flung the door open with brute force and marched right up to me. He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back so I was bent backward at an unforgiving angle and forcefully cowering below him.

“I’ve had about enough of your shit bitch,” he held up a hunting knife with a serrated blade, then threw me down to the floor and stalked over to where Lyla stood wide eyed.

“Put that on or I’ll cut her throat.”

He held the knife up to Lyla’s neck and pushed it into her skin causing a red trickle to pour down her front and stain her yellow dress. Lyla’s eyes bugged huge and she whimpered like an injured animal caught by the prey.

“You’re next bitch, put it on or you’ll both be cut up real bad.” He was loving the fear he was projecting onto Lyla and Evan.

I just felt furious that he’d hurt a girl half his size and not given a damn. He was a coward and a bully, why hadn’t he hurt me first? I was the one being difficult; but I guessed I was more valuable to him than the scrawny blonde slip of a girl. He already had plans for me.

“Fine, but I won’t be wearing it for long.” I kept my eyes fixed on him to show him I wasn’t frightened of him. “And I’ll enjoy slitting your throat later, I might even use that same knife.”

He threw his head back and laughed, “Oh sweetheart you are going to be my favourite project. I’m gonna break you so badly you’ll be begging me to kill you and put you out of your misery.”

He took the blade from Lyla’s neck and walked over to whisper in my ear, the blade now resting against my legs as if to reinforce what he was saying.