Amidst Red Haired Blondes

BRIELLE’S POV

"Get up!"

Brielle heard a broad voice grumble as the red-blonde girls all hurried to stand up, knowing they had to obey or face punishment.

She had no idea how many days had passed in this hell hole, and after being sold by or to Mr. Shawn, she and some other young girls like her had all been confined inside a minor space more akin to a room, which barely had anything to adorn its interior, except the illuminating light on.

There was no bed or mattresses whatsoever, and they had to eat and sleep on the bare cold floor.

"Stand up, will you?!" The voice growled again as he approached her, jerking and shoving her arm roughly until she let out a low moan of pain.

Twitching her lips, Brielle fluttered her eyelids so she could see the light of day, and she started rubbing her eyelids, pretending to have been asleep all this time even though she wasn't.

She was terrified and perplexed.

Her head, which had been hit some days back, still ached so badly, and by the brisk manner she sat up, glancing around the room in intense thought, one could tell she was precisely waking up.

However, this was a lie, as she had not been sleeping, but she acted very well.

"Ah!" An audible gasp escaped her lips as she hastily held her head with her hands, desperately trying to numb the assaulting pain she felt inside, and she closed her eyes once more.

"Stop being a baby and go dress up right now!"

When she opened her eyes to the rude masculine voice, another kind of fear and immense dread filled her as she realized it was none other than Mr. Shawn talking.

The man who had betrayed her and her late father's best friend.

He stood directly in front of her, his glaring eyes fixed on her, his hands on his midsection, and a wicked smirk on his face.

"Huh... huh?" She gradually asked slowly as she stood to her feet.

Gawking around, she saw young girls who were similarly possessing the same red-blonde hair as hers, dressing up themselves hurriedly like some sluts.

When did these ladies arrive, or did something happen before now?

When did they begin dressing?

They had probably been dressing the entire time she pretended to be sleepy, and when she looked around, she saw that they were dressed in scantily clad clothing, and their inner bodies were brazenly exposed.

"You're going to dress like them too!" Mr. Shawn alerted her, turning to face her, and she gasped in horror.

"No... no way. I can't dress like this!" She swerved to face him promptly.

"Why am I going to dress this way? Where am I? What's this place?" She queried.

She needed to know because after driving for days on the road, she and the girls were brought to a building, blindfolded, and led to this room where she stood, and this was the first activity that had ever taken place.

She looked at him, puzzled, expecting an answer, but instead, he scoffed at her.

Before Mr. Shawn could say anything to Brielle, two non-disabled men shuffled into the room, and she watched as the two men moved towards them in fast strides, briefly locking her eyes.

She was completely awkward and embarrassed by the unexpected guys stepping in, and surprisingly, the half-naked blondes were not shy, shaky, or even trying to conceal their bare nudity in any way.

"This is your order, Sir!" One of the bald guys announced as he handed over an elegant bag to Mr. Shawn, who immediately grinned at them as he recklessly accepted the bag.

"Thank you!"

He said to them, a satisfied smirk on his face, and they nodded before vacating the space but not without the other guy. The one who had been in the room since wielding a cigarette to his lips, and he shot a wink at Brielle, who cringed at his hideous, ugly face.

"Wear this!" Mr. Shawn snapped at her, making her drag her gaze back from the guy.

"Huh?" She sarcastically inquired as she stared at his scowling grey orbs, "You heard me!" He said, throwing the bag at her, and it thumped heavily at her chest before falling to the floor instead.

"Wear it before I come back here or else... you don't want to see the other brutal side of me!" Mr. Shawn yelled again, this time so loudly that the other girls glanced their way.

"You… you can't make... me... wear this." Brielle said defiantly to him, ostensibly looking at the bag of clothes while avoiding his now piercing gaze.

"What do you mean?" Mr Shawn growled at her, and if words could cause fire, she was certain his would have done so.

Soon enough, before she could say a thing, Brielle felt a hand landing on her face harshly, and she fell to the bed in whines.

"Agh!' She screamed, clutching her hot cheeks that Mr. Shawn had slapped on.

"This is just a heads-up! If you don't follow my instructions, you'll get more, or I'll roast your privates!" He snarled at her before fleeing, not even waiting for her to respond.

He would roast her privates if she didn't dress like this? Oh my goodness! She exclaimed to herself as she began sobbing uncontrollably.

"If you want to leave here alive, you must grant his wish. This is my first visit, but I've not heard good things about this place. He will not hesitate to do what he has warned you about." As she strided past, one of the red blondes murmured to her.

Brielle was bawling, whimpering, and whining in pain as she slowly stood up to get dressed, and she knew she had no choice but to obey Mr. Shawn's orders, just as the red blonde had advised.

And therein, she proceeded to dress similarly like the other red blondes, indecently and in pain...