A/n; WARNING! INTENSE CHAPTER!
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I heard the creaking sound of a door. But not just any door, my cell door.
Is it time for me to pretend again? But I thought I did that yesterday. Wait, what day is today? I can never keep track... I thought as I opened my eyes.
My assumptions were correct. They were here again to get me.
"Alright, you brat of a child, get up already!" My father yelled at me as my mother unlocked the cuffs around my right wrist, ankles, and neck. How do I still consider them family? All they do is beat me anyway.
I was yanked to my feet by the scruff of my neck as I was dragged out of my cage and over to the dresser in the corner of the room.
I was kept in a locked cage down in the basement of our mansion to keep from, as my parents said, "taking up too much space". I couldn't get out. I never could. And they barely let me out, too. Only when I needed to get dressed up for my part.
"Move, brat! We don't have much time to waste on you!" My mother snapped as she hit the back of my head to make me walk faster.
I sat down at the vanity, sitting up as straight as I could as my mother applied my makeup, covering bruises, cuts, and scars that were spread across my face, arms, flat chest, and back.
I was given a thick layer of mascara and fake eyelashes to make me look pretty. My hair was curled, and a bonnet was placed on top of my head to make my appearance more doll-like.
After my multiple layers of makeup were applied, I was put in a fluffy dress. One with frills and bows that made me, again, seem like a doll. Not to mention the white lace gloves and a corset. Although, I didn't really need a corset, I was thin enough already from them not feeding me enough.
I was given a pair of dainty, pink flats and laced, white socks to finish off the look. Then a little pink parasol and purse to complete my doll role.
"There. Now, move those useless legs of your upstairs right now! We'll be late to the photo shoot and meeting! I'm not losing that money anytime soon!" Mother yelled as she shoved me forward to get me walking.
I never asked for a life or family like this. I didn't want to be a doll, but I was. My parents never adopted me, I was what they called an 'accident'. But instead of getting rid of me, they decided to use me to get money. Because of my deformation, aka a pair of smallish white, feathered wings on my back (I never knew how I ended up with them), that made me more attractive to the press and photographers everywhere. As well as others who I don't want to talk about. They are bad people.
I wish I had a real family, one that loved me and didn't hurt me. But it wasn't meant for me. It never was. So I just have to keep living and hope that my life only gets better. But I doubt it.
"Walk faster! The sooner we finish this, the better!" My mother screamed into my ear, making me jump slightly and walk as fast as I could while still trying to look ladylike. If I were to mess up once on my character, even at home, I would get even worse of a beating after whatever the event was that we would be going to.

I walked out the door, my mother and father walking on either side of me as I walked so I wouldn't try to escape.
The studio was only a block from our house, so we walked. It was always long and painful for me, but it was probably quick and carefree for my parents. They didn't care what happened to me, as long as they get their money, they were perfectly happy to do anything with or to me, which always scared me. I was afraid every day, fearing that I might die or even something seemingly worse. All I can do is keep myself alive and prepare for whatever beatings might be in store for me.
We eventually arrived at the studio. My parents checked me in for my photo shoot, which took a while. I just tuned them out of my mind and thought about what they meant before by 'meeting'. Who wanted to meet with them, nevertheless me? Was it for a runway gig or something? Some sort of performance? Or something else? Just the thought of what else they could be meeting someone on the account of me gave me goosebumps. I'm always scared by their intentions. What are they going to do to me?

We headed to one of the upstairs studios to get my photo shoot started. The director was already waiting for us when we got there.
"Ahh, welcome! Welcome! Mister and Miss (last name)! This is your daughter? My! She's beautiful! And those wings! Those are real?" The director asked enthusiastically.
"Yes they are! As real as we are!" My mother said sweetly. She always put on this fake face when we were out in public, just like dad did.
"Amazing! Splendid! No wonder she's so popular! She is truly a rare beauty!" The director cooed as he looked me over. "Now then, let's get this photo shoot started!"

I felt relieved in a way when we said our goodbyes to the director of the photo shoot. He was way too cheerful for my taste, and it made me sick to see my parents lying.
We walked out of the studio and down the street. I didn't know where we were going now, but it certainly wasn't anywhere I've been before.
We followed a path down the street. Taking a right when we got to a stoplight and going behind an old storehouse. I was getting goosebumps again from the sight of the place.
Why are we here? I don't like this place...
We walked inside the storehouse, passing many large barrels, boxes, and different types of machinery as we went. Taking a left, we walked into a smaller room. There stood a man, tall and burly with a hoodie and black hair. He was smoking a cigarette, and he didn't look friendly at all.
"You finally came. I was waiting for you." He boomed, walking towards us.
I tried backing away, but I couldn't due to my father harshly pinching my shoulder as a warning.
"Yes, we're here. And we brought her with us so you could see what you were getting. You do have our money, right?" Father replied with his usual tone of voice.
The man nodded, snapping his fingers as two men in tuxedos walked out with four briefcases. They opened them, showing money inside.
"Two million?" My mother asked.
"Two million." The man replied with a dark chuckle. "Now, let's see the girl."
I gulped as I was slightly shoved forward by my father. The man walked up to me, grabbing my face as he looked me over. I was trying my best not to seem scared or anything, but I almost shook in fear.
The man grinned, then retracted his hand, looking me over from top to bottom in a very... uncomfortable way. His gaze made me scared, everything about it screamed trouble.
He motioned something to one of the men in tuxedos as he kept looking me over.
The guy in the tuxedo walked over to us, handing some sort of gun-like device to the man in front of me. He snatched my left hand and touched the gun thing to my hand. Withing an instant, a sharp pain went through my hand, making me squeak in pain.
He pulled the thing back as I quickly brought the hand to my chest, looking it over but not seeing anything.
"I'll pick her up tomorrow morning. That was a tracking device I just injected into her hand." He said as he looked at me, "you ain't running away from me, princess.~"
My eyes widened as fear overtook my mind. What's he going to do to me!? And my parents sold me!? I have to say though, I'm not surprised. They were going to do it eventually.
My parents nodded, discussing details I didn't catch before grabbing me and walking away.
What are they going to do to me!?

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A/n; Why in the world did I even write that! °~°
I'm so sorry if it was either triggering or too gruesome or something like that! I'm sorry!!!