Masters And Their Toys
Harmony had just waved goodbye to her uncle. It wasn't much of a goodbye and she could tell he was happy to finally get rid of her.
Following the two men behind the doors, she is completely oblivious to what she is walking into.
As they make their way into the back room, she raises an eyebrow. A stage and lots of seats, maybe the auditorium? Suddenly she is yanked and pulled into a side room where she is instantly stripped and cuffed.
In the dark and scared, she begins to shake and nearly scream. No, not again. What was happening to her?
Two large arms wrap around her and drag her out into the light, where there are tables. She tied down to one despite her fighting. A crew of people ignore her tears as they scrub her skin down and wash her. They groom her eyebrows, wax all her hair off except for the long locks that grew from the top of her head.
What were they preparing her for? She was kept tied down as she was wheeled down the hall. Eyes wondered to her and she cringed. She felt exposed and disgusting.
The people then untied her and another fight presumed as they fought clothes and heels onto her. Chaining her once more, they put make up on her pale face. They curl her hair ibto a large volume. She looked older than herself now, fake.
She didn't quire understand what was happening, but she was still shaking like crazy. Were they going to make her a prostitute or sonething? The outfit sure screamed it. A tight black bra shirt with jeans that were split down the middle. One leg was gray with black stars, the other black shorts and black stockings underneath. The chunky heels made her confused. She couldn't walk in heels. How was she supposed to?
" What's your name?" a voice rings through the room, breaking her thoughts. She stays silent like she always does, and they grow annoyed. " I said, what is your name!"
Harmony jumps, but couldn't answer.
" Didn't Louis tell you? She's the mute. She isn't gonna tell you." another voice answers for her.
" Stupid." the first voice mutters. One of them comes around and yanks her from the table.
" Come on, silent one. Gotta get you to the stage on time."
Harmony was dragged out onto a stage. It was difficult in heels and cuffs, so it really was dragging.
As they made it from out behind the curtain, she was plopped onto one of the many chairs lined up. Looking out, she recognized it as the room she once thought to be an auditorium. But it was packed now, with men and women mostly dressed in professional suits. How had it gotten so crowded so fast? How long had she been back there?
Her eyes scan nervously through the crowds. What the hell was happening.
Alya kept her eyes closed. She had entered the damned place half knowing what would wait her. She had broken two thumbs and given atleast one concussion before she had been restrained - when she had finally calmed down she hadn't resisted to anything - only when a man tried to take her coat the woman had reacted violently. After a moment the man had gotten ice for his bleeding nose and Alya was allowed to wear her coat. She remained calmn now - after all she had come here on her own free will. Still just to be sure two fellows escorted the dark haired woman to the stage. One of them pulled the coat from Alya's shoulders and draped it on the back of the chair that the woman would be occupying. Alya finally opened her eyes and glanced around. She had introduced herself truthfully as Alya Falco to the fellows who had asked her name. Now she just waited for things to come. Alya stared at her polished nails and silently wondered if they had ever looked so... 'perfect'?
Ari sauntered in, hate written on her face. She hated this town, this place; just this! She walked up to the check out desk and said "I'm Ari Ellington. What's this place anyway?" The man just stayed emotionless. "Go to the stage." She smirked. "No. I'll do what I-" then she was cuffed. "What the hell? Let me go!" The two men just shoved her to the stage. They started mumbling about how her outfit was a bit revealing and she rolled her eyes. Revealing? Really? That's stupid. "you guys are too stupid to realize that I can wear whatever I want." They continued shoving her. They took her to some room that had beauty supplies. She was forced onto a bed and tied down so they could "fix her up". She tried fighting, but it was of no use. She growled a few times. She felt so violated! She was finally forced out the room, her hair in perfect curls. Her face was makeup-ified. She had a dress on. A DRESS?! She was flipping out. "Let me go!" Then, she was thrown somewhere. She guessed near the stage.
Walking from the car Lixia said goodbye to her mother as she walked up the steps. After walking inside she was pulled into the back room and stripped of all of her body hair excluding her hair on her head. She didn't try to fight the inevitable, she was trained to be silent and to never ask questions. She felt as they cropped down her coal black hair into layers and put her into a top that showed her cleavage and her flat and toned stomach. Black booty shorts and black fishnet tights completed the look as they put her in black converses. Standing they walked her into the next room where she gave her name and they chained her up to another girl. Sitting in what she thought was the auditorium she waited for the inevitable.
Violet sat on the stage next to Ari and Lexia.
She had put up a good fight and gave the one girl a reason for a few stitches. But somehow they got her down, groomed, and dressed. With the loads of make up and straight hair, she didn't feel herself. The leather pants and bright red converse were actually normal for her, but the silver chain around her ankles was not. As a top, they shoved her into a tight, white, bra top with red polkadots. She looked gorgeous, she had to admit. But that was what worried her. Why were they dolling her up? Violet spent some time trying to yank her hands free of the chains. She felt helpless and didn't like that.
Grumbling Maiko stopped on her motorcycle outside the building as she took off her helmet and placed it on the bike as she walked up the steps and was practically dragged inside, the massive doors slamming behind her. Instinctively fighting the huge men that had her arms she struggled into the nearest room. Throwing her into a chair the men turned to the ladies in there and muttered, "good luck" to them. Snarling and grumbling she kicked and punched out at anyone that tried to come near here, not seeing that a lady behind her had a syringe of liquid sleep that she knocked Maiko out with. Once out they went ahead and waxed her legs torso and armpits hairless and fixed her multicolored hair pin straight. After clothing her in a black corset with purple ribbons, a black leather mini skirt and purple fishnet tights and black buckled boots they called the men back in and had them drag her to the stage where she was chained up with her sister and a few other girls. Coming back out of her sleep she noticed she was she was wearing she muttered under her breath death to the people that did this to her and death to her parents for forcing her to do this.
He enters the building awaiting the auction. He says his name and enters.
Melody sat in the back – watching the new “toys,” being presented on the stage; her foot rested on the chair allowing her to rest her chin on her knee, her face was sour to say the least. The only thing she was thankful for at that stage was the fact she hadn’t seen Chase yet, which meant he hadn’t spotted her.
She cringed in pain as she sighed – three newly broken ribs; she had gotten into an argument with a guard last night and, like most of the gorillas in this place, he had lashed out at her; she was only thankful for the fact a lung wasn’t punctured. She winced in pain as she shuffled, trying to get comfortable as she watched the stage be occupied with more and more bodies; her vibrant green eyes were emotionless and her stare was blank.
John entered the school questioning a lot of things. Why was this so far away from anything? Why did the school have to be so big? Why did his parents sign him up for this school when they were drunk? All great questions that probably had answers. He walked into the office and started saying, "Hi I'm-" but was cut off. Two men jumped him and tackled him to the ground. John kicked one and socked the other. "Thanks for the welcome, I'll be going-" until some other goon whacked the back of his head with a heavy object. He woke up on the stage tied to a chair by chains. "Is this a joke?" He muttered aloud. "If it is, it's not that funny."
Markus walked into the auditorium. It looked like quite a good turnout. Markus casually sits down on one of the chairs in the middle and picks a conversation with an older master next to him.
Chase walked in and spotted Melody. She smirked and walked over to her. "Hello, toy. Enjoying the fresh meat?" He smiled at what he had done to her. She was a toy. Nothing else. He chose her for her beauty. Nothing else. "I have something for you." He pulled out a skimpy outfit he found in the beautican's closet. Ari saw it and said "hey! Those are mi-" a guard covered her mouth with a gag. Chase ignored it and handed the short shorts and training bra to her. "There. New outfit for ya. Happy?"