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The Dollhouse||02


||Angelina||


I bit down on my bottom lip in impatience and continued to do the same thing I've been doing the past two hours; I waited.

After I've been bought by the anonymous Mr.Styles I was sent backstage to the waiting room to wait with the other girls for our new or first owner to claim us. I don't who Mr.Styles is and what is his reputation in England, but judging by everybody's weird reacrion when he spoke up and the way everyone froze in their places at the sound of his husky voice. This man is something.

"No!"a voice yelled shakily. All the girls in the room turned to look in the direction where the voice came from, and there by the door was Perrie being held by the two women who were told earlier to take care of her.

"Please no! There has been a mistake! There has to be!"She kept yelling as the two women practically dragged her into my direction. I was sitting on one of the chairs at the very end of the room, and just now I noticed that the last ten chairs have chains attached to them. I looked away from the rusty chains and stared at the poor girl being dragged probably towards one of the ten chairs to tie her.

"Please."She pleaded sitting down. I looked at her and my heart clenched at the sight of her. Her once perfect blonde hair was sweaty and it clung unattractively to her red face. Her little amount of make up was now smeared and created little trails of mascara down her flushed cheeks.

"He loves me."she whispered, looking up at the Indonesian woman who fastened the chains around her both wrists. The woman shook her head sadly and moved the sweaty strands of hair away from Perrie's face.

"I'm sorry."One of the women whispered to Perrie, and they both got up from their kneeling positions and walked away leaving a hiccupping Perrie behind.

As the heavy doors closed behind the two women, we were left waiting for the next girl to come in. It was like this for the past two hours. Every 10-15 minutes or so a girl would be walking through those heavy doors that separated the waiting room from the stage.

A smile would be plastered across a girls face if she was happy with her new owner, or she would be crying if her fate wasn't that favourable. But Perrie has been the worst so far.

"It's Perrie right?"I asked turning to look at her. She nodded slowly but refused to look at me and kept her eyes fixated on her lap.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"He l-loves me."She whispered shaking her head.

"Who?"I furrowed my eyebrows and put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Do you ever feel hopeless? misunderstood?"She asked in a low voice, her glassy eyes finally meeting mine.

"I just started my life."I let out a short laugh and straightened up."But I remember people telling me as a little girl to always hold onto hope. That hope is the little voice whispering maybe when the entire world is shouting no!"I smiled remembering Miss Payne kneeling infront of my little bed before I went to bed and telling me bedtime stories, and about the sweet and sour moments I'll be facing in my life.

"But do you know what is it to be hopeless? How is it to feel like you're losing yourself completely?"she frowned as I shook my head.

"I can't pretend that I'm okay anymore, I can't fake it anymore, I'm hopeless, helpless, and I'm afraid I'll never get better."she lowered her head sniffling.

"What happened Perrie?"I frowned worriedly. She looked at me and and parted her lips.

"Uh-"She breathed out and frowned looking at me in the eyes.


"Angelina, I'm Angelina."I smiled.

"Angelina, Miss.Payne's favourite girl?"she let out a short laugh and wiped her cheeks from her tears, but the smeared mascara was still there.

I laughed and looked down at my hands."Yeah, I guess."I shrugged."So, what happened to you?"

"I've been Zayn Malik's slave for almost 3 years."I don't know him but anyway. She took a deep breath and straightened up in her seat."After his dad had convinced him that he has to get a slave, he attended to an auction organization like this, but three years ago, to get his first slave. We got along, actually we got along very well."she explained.

"So you were his first slave?"I asked. Perrie gave me a weird look making my cheeks heat up. Of course she was his first slave, Angelina! Isn't it obvious?

"The problem was, he was getting a new slave each week."She frowned and clenched her fist."I didn't like that at all. The other slaves got to spend time with him more than I did. I hated it."She stopped talking when the large heavy doors opened and the same lady in her late 50'ies entered the waiting room.

All the girls stood up from their seats and chains could be heard from some of the girls. I looked down at Perrie and she had her arms wrapped across her chest as she sat down stubbornly.

"Your men are coming to claim you one by one. I want you to behave, or else you'll be sent to the crucifiatrium."she threatened us.

The crucifiatrium is known as the torture room, and it comes from crucify.

Horrible things have happened in there, and people say that the screams of help could be heard from miles away. You're sent there only when you misbehave for more than three times. You're being tortured and held there for a week, if you survive you're sent back to the auction house to be sold for auction with a lower price to start the bidding with, but if you don't survive.. all I can say is I'm sorry.

"Hope to never see you here again!"She said and a few girls rolled their eyes while the other girls including me gasped at her rudeness.

"She didn't mean that she wants us dead, it's her way of saying good luck."a tall blonde girl explained to me, and I recognized her as one of Dylan O'Brien's new slaves.

"I'm Brittany."She smiled at me."And I believe you're Angelina Eaton."I was about to ask her how did she know but she beat me.

"You're the slave who was sold for 100,000£. That's heavy money."She said widening her eyes. I smiled and looked ahead of me where girls started to leave the room one by one. I looked behind me to where Perrie was sat, but she wasn't sitting in her seat anymore. She was gone. Where did she go?

"You're looking for Mr.Styles?"Brittany asked as we walked out of the waiting room and into the large packed hall. Men were pushing eachother trying to get to their slaves, and screaming girl's slaves probably trying to catch their slaves' attention. I don't even know how Mr.Styles looks like, how am I supposed to find him?

"No, actually I was looking for my friend. But it would be really nice if you could help me find my new owner."I said trying to keep up with Brittany.

"Of course I'll help you find Mr.Styles. I want to say hello anyway."she smiled biting her bottom lip seductively. I don't even want to know what's going on in her mind right now.

"Just hold onto my hand and don't let go, oh and ignore the perverts."She instructed taking my hand tightly in her's and dragged me behind her. I hung my head low, trying not to drawn attention, taking Brittany's advice and quickened my pace trying to catch up with her.

Suddenly, a hand took my free hand and pulled me into another direction, detaching mine and Brittany's hands. I tried to scream but a hand covered my mouth preventing me from letting out any sound. Who would hear me anyway? Everybody's screaming so why would anyone pay attention to my calls for help?

I breathed heavilly through my nose since my mouth was covered and took big steps backwords trying to catch up with the anonymous person holding me without falling on my back. My breathing started to get heavier and heavier and I felt my lungs starting to close up.

no no please no, what is happening to me? This has never happened to me before.

Tears cascaded down my flushed cheeks as I tried to get the man's hand off of my mouth, but he was stronger than me and kept the iron grip over my mouth. My eyelids started covering my glossy eyes, and my fingertips started to get numb, making me weaker and weaker by the second. My lungs tightened more and more with each beat of my heart which also felt like it gained speed.

Everyone seemed to go in slow motion around me. Silence engulfed me making me calmer but I know that this is just an illusion to me. Everyone is doing the same thing they had been doing before I got practically kidnapped. Nobody cares that this girl, once known as Angelina Eaton got kidnapped. Maybe, Mr.Styles will be the only one who will actually ask where I am because after all he did spend 100,000£ on me.

A rush of wind blew past me as I felt myself drop to the floor, loosing the strong grip of whoever was holding me. I didn't feel anything, my body is way too numb too feel the pain when my body came in contact with the hard floor. The blurry outlines seemed to stop moving as they hovered over me. My lungs are burning and tightening making me want to scream, but I don't have enough air to do so.

"Breathe!"a loud voice broke the peaceful silence, bringing along with it another rush of loud voices. What's going on?

"Breathe!"The same male voice yelled again, and I felt something cold part my lips. I breathed in heavily and thanksfuly a rush of relief washed over me making my muscles relax.

"Breathe baby, breathe."He whispered kissing the area behind my right ear.

"Breathe."

My sight was getting clearer giving me a chance to realise that a crowd has gathered around me, or us. I tilted my head to meet a pair of bright green eyes staring at me. My first reaction was to pull back away from the stranger and I felt tears pool in the corner of my worried eyes.

"Hey, hey don't worry."He shook his head putting a hand on my cheek."Everything is fine."
I looked down at his other hand to see him holding a plastic L shaped thing.

"What's that?"I asked pointing to it. The man laughed and held the thing towards me.

"This, saved your's, mine's and many other's lives."He smiled a large dimpled smile. It took every cell in my body not to rise my hand and poke that cute dimple. God that would be embarrassing.

"Thank you."I put a hand on my forehead, still feeling dizzy.

"Welcome love, I won't let anything bad to happen to you."He said moving a strand of hair behind my ear. Oh my God, Brittany. Mr.Styles!

I quickly got up from my sitting position and grabbed onto the man's shouder for support."Hey, slowly there. You may still feel dizzy a little. Let's go and take a seat."

"No!"I almost shouted."I-I..do you by any chance, know someone named Brittany?"I asked worriedly.

"Brittany?"The man frowned standing up. My eyes widened and I took a step back when he hovered over me. Yes, I'm tall but not as tall as him.

"Angelina, Brittany's the one who came and told me that a man took you from her."He rised an eyebrow at me."Are we talking about the same Brittany? Tall and blonde? Dylan's new slave?"I nodded my head. How did he know my name?

"Yes, but you don't get it! I need to find Mr.Styles! Oh my God I'm always bad when it comes to first impressions."I rambled biting my nails nervously.

"He's going to kill me!"I looked at the man in front of me and he was laughing.

"Why are you laughing!?"I stared at him and furrowed my eyebrows.

"This is not funny."I shook my head.

He put a hand on his mouth to try and stop his laughter but his dimple was prominent on his left cheek.

"It is funny."He said after he stopped laughing."I'm Harry."He extended his right hand for me to shake but I just frowned.

"and I'm Angelina. But that doesn't matter anymore because if I don't find Mr.Styles I-I-"Harry put his finger on my lips to shut me up.

"Calm down."He chuckled."I'm Har-"

"Harry. I know, you've already told me that."I interrupted and he rolled his eyes at me.

"Will you let me say my full name please?"I rolled my eyes and folded my arms across my chest.

"I'm Harry. Harry Styles."

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