-1"God dammit! Dammit all! How are we gonna pull this one off, boss?"

"Listen, I've explained this a hundred times. Shut yer yap and do as I say. Just take her to the back, hand her the shit, and tell her to put it on."

"All right, I got this, boss."

A nervous Reira sat alone in a dark closet, or what she thought was a closet. She'd been knocked out for quite a bit of time. Her hair was matted, and blood appeared to be dried on her forehead and hair. She was petrified and just wanted to cry, but something told her that the quieter she was, the easier it'd be.

Lights flickered on, and doors opened. Reira realized she'd been put in a storage room. A short and chunky bald man threw fabrics at her.

"Listen here, I know you're scared, but we'll treat you right. Okay, beautiful? So long as you're obedient, you'll be okay. So put these clothes on."

Reira nodded. Tears welled up in her eyes as she unfolded the clothes. She wiped them away.

The man slammed the doors shut but left the light on. "I'll be back in five minutes."

Reira removed her silky summer dress from her petite frame and slid on the intricate bra-like shirt and tight missionary skirt. Both were in a dashing ruby-red color, complimented by black ribbons and corset detailing. Reira had no idea what to make of her situation.

When the doors opened again, two tall men grabbed her by her arms and roughly removed her from the premises. They dragged her to a salon-like room and sat her in a stool, then threw a large black cape on her shoulders.

A woman entered the room as the two large men exited.

"Hello, dear. I've heard so much about you." The woman walked over to Reira and planted a gentle but quick kiss on her lips. "You are quite famous, aren't you? I bet you're confused. Don't worry. I've been put in charge of your well-being. You'll be fine. Now, I'm going to change your appearance some. It won't be drastic. I'm going to cut some locks off, dye it and style it as according."

The woman pulled out a pair of scissors and set them on a table. Then she sprayed Reira's hair with spray bottle. "My name is Bellatrix. You can just call me Angie. I've never liked my name much."

Angie took a chunk of Reira's locks, grabbed the scissors and cut away. Fifteen minutes later, her hair was chin length.

She prepared a bottle of dye and began shaking it. "You're quite the quiet one. I think your new look will suit you. You are such a cute little doll."

An hour passes and Reira's look transforms. Her curly long blond locks are traded for a traditional Japanese cut. Chin-length straight black hair.

Angie sweeps up the locks laying around on the floor, then helps Reira up from her seat. She removes the black cape. "Dear, you are stunning. Sexy. Brilliant. I will love taking care of you."

"Angie! Hurry the hell up! What's taking so damn long?" The bald man storms into the room, his chunky face painted in pink fury.

She laughs and shakes her head. "Beauty is hard to come by, and hard to attain. It takes a while. She's ready." She turns Reira to the bald man and pushes her softly. "Paul won't bite you."

Reira stumbles forward, and walks to Paul.

"We've got lots of plans for you."

"Don't abuse her too much.. I haven't had much fun with her yet," Angie pleads to Paul.

"Ay, don't worry, the boss likes her."