She grabs me and shakes me.
"Yes. Or things will be bad. Very bad. Now get ready. There's lingerie and makeup. Do it." Her words whip me, leaving welts.
But I slide off my clothes and pull on the lingerie.
I'm not an exhibitionist, and I'm burning all over with being naked in front of her.
It's better than if the guards were here, but still...
She had to get abused in front of me. I'm aware this is nothing.
Wearing lingerie, she makes me sit and hands me a bag of what looks like expensive makeup.
There are primers, foundations, and powders. There is mascara, eyeliner, lipsticks, shadows, and blush.
I don't wear much makeup. I don't know where to start.
"Lipstick and mascara, a hint of pink for the lids."
I stare at Gretchen.
She sighs. "Looks pretty and innocent. And maybe he'll take it easy the first few times. Maybe not."
I start applying the makeup. "At least you didn't say I'll get used to it."
"You get used to anything."
I finish the makeup in silence, and then she helps me with the dress and a pair of spike heels.
Gretchen then pins my hair and puts a veil on me. "Ready."
"I..." I swallow.
The guards barge in and rip me away from Gretchen.
"Filthy slut maid. Get the fuck out," one of them spits.
The other looks at me as he flings me forward through a pair of doors and out onto a vast patio that has been set for a wedding.
I almost throw up again, and my legs shake as my stomach protests.
I look around for Lyndall, but thankfully, she's been left upstairs.
The guard who is holding my arm says, "A slut like you should consider herself lucky that someone as powerful as Dominic Rebecci wants to marry you. And when the FBI releases your father's stuff, his money, the encrypted files, he'll have it as his."
I don't get to speak as he marches me down the patio, which has empty chairs set up on each side and a man standing at the end.
Another guard. Holding a Bible.
"We don't have a?—"
"This is a mafia wedding." Dom steps out from the side in his suit, a nasty, hungry look on his face. "You don't need shit."
He laughs and motions for his man to let me go.
Then Dom looks me up and down.
His gaze lingers on my breasts.
