Thread: The debt has been paid in full (Charliesweb7 & Raziel99)

Did you get that? A gruff voice asked, his dark eyes cutting at the woman in front of him. No response from the girl. A large hand came crashing down upon the table, the flimsy metal table rattling about and the resounding smack reverberating off of the walls. He leaned over the edge of the table, driving his end into the tile floor more. That surely got the attention of the day dreaming woman who was startled. She jumped in her seat, her eyes leaving the window. Are you deaf or stupid? Did you hear me? He boomed. I got it....no need to yell. A gentle voice told him. The young woman let out a sigh, her light green eyes looking to the mountain of a man. Her face was rather blank expect a small frown tugging the corners of her pink lips down. Her eyes seemed to be devoid of any emotion. Rather blank for the most part. The man smirked, adjusting so that he was now standing up. Good. Now that you know of the conditions, you just need to be fixed up and then you will be presented to him. He explained to her, easily moving around the table in a few steps before grabbing a hold of her elbow and bringing the girl up. Come on. He mentioned, starting to drag her along. In this moment, she hated her step-father. Hated him. Arabella Grace Ross had never hated anyone in her life. Sure, she had disliked people. But hate meant that you want physical harm to come to someone. And yes, she did want physical harm to come to her step-father. The man wasn't all bad...before this. But what he did...made her head spin. But that was a story for another day. Right now, she was being ushered away into an awaiting car. Once the door was shut, she was unsure of where she was going. Looking out the window, she could see that this was the warehouse district. She had never been here before but she had seen and been warned of it. Slowly the landscape started to change. The old run down buildings started transforming into nicer places. And before she knew it, they were eon 5th Avenue. She could tell by the white building that lined the streets. And the name of the building that faced the streets. But when the car stopped, she was not sure what was going on. She went to open the door but it was locked. Of course she saw that coming. When the door was open, the driver made sure to grab a hold of her before helping her out. You will be getting a makeover. At 430 sharp, I will pick you up to take you to him. He let her know before leading her into the salon. The day was spent with too many things. Hair, make up, clothes and such. By the end of it, she was exhausted. Sure, it was nice to get all dolled up but she didn't feel like herself at all. Her normally light brown hair now had some caramel and gold high lights, the shiny hair perfectly blown out and soft as silk. It framed her oval face, cascading down to past her bra line. Her light green eyes stood out against the plum smoky eye and long lashes. Her lips were glossed over, tinted a simple rose shade. In the mirror...she had to admit that she looked rather nice. A little too much makeup but nice. Her manicured hands smoothed down the fitted red dress, her tugging at the hemline to hopefully cover her legs more. She licked licked her lips as she tried to adjust the top, covering her ample cleavage up a bit more. Blinking her eyes, she took once last look at her form. Well, this was it.... The drive to the other place was riddled with more traffic, causing her stomach to churn and her foot tapped against the carpet of the town car. Green eyes darted across the still landscape. Stupid New York City. Horrendous traffic. Letting out an audible breath, the place couldn't come up fast enough. They hadn't traveled far so she knew they were still in upper Manhattan. As the car pulled to a stop, she leaned over in the seat and looked up at the large brownstone. Well, this was nice. Arabella waited for the door to be opened, seeing the man from this morning. Well, you seem to clean up nice now don't you? He jested, his voice dripping in sarcasm as well. Arabella just let it slide and got out, trying not to stumble in the black patent leather stilettos. She slowly walked up the brownstone, following the man before he let her in. Was this where she was staying or what? She still had no idea of who she was meeting or what would happen to her. Come on. The man added, motioning for her to follow up the stairs. She did as the man said, following him up the stairs and into the lavish bedroom. Now sit down and shut up. They will be here soon. You don't speak until he speaks to you alright? He growled, crossing his arms over his chest before heading towards the door. He stood outside, shutting and locking the door behind him. Arabella looked around the place again, observing her new surroundings before lightly taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Now...how long would she have to wait?