Adeline was beautiful, she was an author, she was having a pretty nice life when suddenly her best friend sent texts urging her to call immediately. Instantly, in concern for her best friend, she got on the road in which people bumped her car off the road with theirs and kidnapped her.

That’s how she found herself in hell. A place where people were taught how to act right and ‘please’ their masters. Sick, it was completely sick. There was nothing right here and no matter the cleaning done, it still reaked of terror and dead souls who hopelessly walked around, obeying orders like mindless zombies.

You had no life outside of this place, hooking up with random strangers on the street so you stayed. For 2 years. You were good at what you did, got in trouble enough to stay at Francesca’s and be seen as a misfit, unstable enough to not be able to be auctioned off like an object but good enough not to get yourself killed.

You were unhinged. Didn’t like it when Adeline, the diamond arrived because she was well valued. She was Francesca’s favorite. Not you. Not fair.

“You have such pretty hair,” your soft voice rang out from behind Adeline.

Inhaling sharply, she turned around, startled by the unexpected intrusion in her room. “Uh, hi.” She said, trying to regain her bearings. She was instantly on edge, tense beneath your probing gaze.

After a few moments of small talk- mainly Adeline talking, you mention your name before saying “Francesca wants us to meet her in the pretty room.”

Adeline raises an eyebrow, no fucking idea what the pretty room is. So when you finished tying her hair up for her, she followed you to a room a few doors down from hers. They filed into a room that resembled a beauty room, your nickname for it making sense now.

Everyone’s just applying makeup to cover wounds like bruises on their face, getting changed, etc. Francesca wasn’t currently in the room but considering the heels clacking against the wooden tiles a few rooms over, she was coming.