Why, oh why do they have to drug me every time? Can't they just put a bag over my head, is that so hard? I groan as I move my limbs. The pop and cracks make me sigh. Tilting my head up, I gaze at my blurry surroundings. I am still in a car but a different one. The seats are white, not black like the car I was thrown into. Looking out the windows I take in the rolling landscape whizzing by, the landscape to is different.

"Aaa and she wakes, don't worry miss we are almost at the house sit back and relax the ride is almost over." Turning to the driver's seat a smirking man winks at me through the review mirror. A plastic pane blocks me from getting to the front but still allows me to see out the front window.

Taking his advice I relax into the seat. No seat belt secures me nor do I feel like putting one on now. My eyes scan the land as it passes at lightning speed. Each tree is a blur of orange, yellow, and red the colours washing away in a sea of brown like an abstract painting.

No signs of life, just trees and hills. The middle of nowhere. But the roads are paved so we must be close-ish to civilization. Sighing I pull my legs up to my chest. Pointless thoughts, there is nothing I can do right now, I am hungry, tired, and weak. I also have no clue where I am, the car is moving at 100 km/H or more and the locks on the doors are hidden so I can't even open the doors myself if I wanted to.

All I can do is sit here and hope when I get to where ever I am going I can escape then. Resting my head against the tinted window I close my eyes. 1...2...3...4...5...6...

"Miss...miss...miss."

I shoot awake once again "Yes," I say.

"We are here," the driver says exiting the car.

He walks around to my door opening it with a smile "Welcome miss."

Taking his offered hand I gaze at the green grass and golden trees decorating the sides of the white house, a house doesn't feel right, more like a mansion. The driver guides me away from the door so he can close it. Hissing I lift my foot.

"Sorry, miss please walk carefully to the front door," nodding to the driver he smiles walking back to the driver's side.

White dust flies into the crisp fall air as he drives away down the long winding driveway of white gravel. Looking back at the mansion, I slowly walk to the front door tiptoeing over the sharp rocks with my bare feet. Most of the driveway is covered in white gravel similar to the white of the mansion in front of me. Sighing as I reach the paved slate in front of the garage and front door I briskly walk up the path to the porch or whatever the fancy term is. Shaking myself off I grasp the golden knocker in my hands and bang it against the door.

10 seconds pass then 20 finally after 30 seconds the door opens and a man in a plain black suit with a black bow tie opens the door. He glances at my torn and dirty clothes before moving aside. Walking past him my mouth drops at the sight in front of me. Gold and white, everywhere.

A 4-foot-tall chandelier hangs in the middle of the giant entryway all gold and glowing from the sun coming in through a round window beside it, a round table sits underneath it with pale pink flowers. The floors are light brown marble so pale they look like cream. The walls are white with intricate carvings and details making them go from boring to eye-catching. The gold detailing is everywhere on the walls the floor, railings, and light fixtures, everywhere seems like it is glowing. Two curved staircases frame the image of the perfect entryway from a fairy tale.

"This way miss," the man says walking towards the stairs on the right.

Nodding my head I follow up the stairs hand floating above the railing afraid that if I touch it the gold will be permanently tainted.

Following behind the man I rush to keep up eyes flicking in every direction trying to memorize every hall and corner as we twist through the glimmering maze. The slapping of my feet against the marble between each cream carpet is deafening. Why is the house so quiet? Where are all the people?

Up stairs around corners, never entering a room. Down we go into the maze each turn revealing the same hallway lined with doors of gold and wonder.

Finally, the man stops in front of a pale cream door not much different from the rest, with the same pattern and hints of gold. Without knocking he opens the door, and voices filter into the hallway filling it with life. Following inside light from floor-to-ceiling windows brightens the already bright room, and girls wander around a stark contrast against the white and gold. Some sit on couches others are walking between rooms.

All movement stops as we enter. "There is a new addition everyone, treat her nicely, and teach her well," I stand there as the man walks away closing the door behind him.

The girls stay silent and still till the door clicks shut before running up to me. "Oh mah goodness deary what' happened to you, so dirty, let' us clean you up. Look at' thes' clothes, we can't' hav' this, girls get' her som' clean clothes." A girl runs into a room at the woman's call. Hands grab my shoulders pushing behind another cream door into a large white and gold bathroom.

Two large claw foot tubs sit in a pile of black rocks decorating a corner. A large four-person shower with a bench inside takes up the back wall a pane of glass separating it from the rest of the room. Four sinks take up the other corner.

Hands grab at my clothes efficiently stripping me. "In in," the lady says pushing me into one of the tubs already filled with Luke warm water, the scent of roses wafting out of it.

Once submerged in the water hands are on my hair and my arms scrubbing with more rose-scented soaps. The clear water slowly becomes brown. The girls work quickly scrubbing and rinsing the dirt and grime off of my body. My blue hair returned and the tattoos once again showed.

"aut' aut'," the lady urges guiding me towards the second tub filled with warm water and the scent of roses. "Now in, relax here till we come and get yau, deary." Nodding I sink into the new tub as the girls leave.

Click, the door shuts the room is now silent except for the light splashing of water. My body falls into the water becoming one as I lay there. How did it come to this? What is this place? Weren't I sold to be a sex slave or something? Who bought me and for what?

Enough thinking let's enjoy this well we can.

"1...2...3...4...5...6..."

"Hey...hey...hey girl wak' up," a soft voice says as cold hands gently shake me. Slowly opening my eyes a blurry face appears above me. "you must' have' been tired" she says as I slowly sit up in the cold water.

"How long hav-have I been out?" I ask my voice cracking.

She chuckles "not' that long, just' a few minutes."

Taking her offered hand I step out of the tub water dripping onto the marble floor. Drying myself off with the offered towel I pull my hair out of the towel it was wrapped in. I must have been in there longer than she implied my hair is almost dry.

"Hey," I say.

"Hmm yes?" She asks unplugging the drain to empty the tub.

"Where are the toilets?" I ask.

"Ahh, toilets are behind that' door," she says pointing to the door behind me.

"Thank you," I say grabbing the clothes laid out on the marble countertop. She smiles wiping up the water that dripped onto the floor. Finally relieved and dressed in clean un-torn clothes the girl leads me out of the bathroom.

"Sorry I never asked for your name," I say as I follow her.

"I'm Hazel, it is a pleasur' to meet' you, what' is your nam'?"

"I'm Jade nice to meet you, how long have you been here?"

"I hav' been her' for 3 years."

"Where did you grow up?"

"Haha, did the accent' give me away, I grew up in America my mom is British my dad is American, I moved to England when I was 14. Wher' are you from you don't' sound American?"

"I'm Canadian, born and raised."

She wrinkles her eyebrows "how were you brought here, we heard they don't go to Canada?"

"I was in New York to see my brother and for job hunting." She aa's quietly as we enter what looks to be a dinning space attached to a kitchen.

"You feiling better deary?" The lady from early asks.

"Much thank you," I say. My stomach chooses this time to make its existence known. "Maybe a little hungry."

She chuckles leading me towards the table where the other girls sit chatting around and eating food. "All girls that' com' are hungry, eat' eat' deary you look as skinny as a stick," she says pushing a plate of food toward me.

Hazel sits in the chair beside me "That's Heather she's always like this not' just' to new girls."

"British as well I presume?" I ask.

"Most' of the girls are, apparently the people here hav' a type." Hazel says.

"Yep young British girls," another girl says.

"You don't sound British," I say.

She smiles her dark skin really standing out against the white surroundings. "Nope born and raised in America same as those three." She points to three other girls two black one very pale practically blending into the chair. "What about you?"

"Canadian," I say.

"Canadian," the girls say.

"I thought' they didn't' tak' from Canada?"

"Me too."

"I was in New York when I got taken."

"Ohhhh."

"Make's sense."

Heather claps her hands cutting off the girl from speaking "that' is enough of that' talk, nothing we can do abaut' it now. Let''s eat'."

"Hey what' is yar nam'?" A girl asks.

"Jade."

"Like the gem?" The girl from before asks.

I nod "Like the gem."

Talk shifts to the weather and random things as we eat.

Heather comes up to Hazel and me as we wash our dishes in the, as expected white sink. "Hazel deary can yau show Jad' araund and explain the rules to her?'

"Of cours' Heather. Follow me Jad' I'll show you your room." Quickly putting my plate and cutlery into the drying rack I dry my hands and follow Hazel out of the kitchen.

"As you can see everything is designed to be whit' and gold, it can be shocking at' first' but' you quickly get' used to it. We were just' in the kitchen and dining room. This is the living room, ther' is no television but' we have lots of books. That' is the communal bathroom that' you were in befor', each bedroom has its own bathroom as well."

I follow Hazel as she points out the different rooms starting from the first room I saw. A big balcony with chairs, five bedrooms each being shared between 2 or 3 girls, a laundry room, a library, an activity room with games and art supplies, and a workout room. Altogether the amount of space we have is crazy for just 13 people, no room is small and the closet space is insane in each room.

Hazel opens a cream door inside are two queen-sized beds with white sheets like everything else. "This is our room, the girl I shared it with left' now you shar' it with me," she says grinning.

The room is exactly the same as the other rooms, just with fewer clothes thrown around. Taking a seat in one of the recliners by the window in the sitting part of the room Hazel follows my lead taking the seat opposite me.

"So what are these rules Heather mentioned?" I ask.

"Those are just the house rules," she says reclining inter her seat.

I raise an eyebrow "aannnddd they are?"

"Oh right' you don't' know them. Rul' number one keep your body and room clean, rul' number two stay healthy if you get' sick tell the butler"

"And who is that?"

"The man that' showed you in, ther' is a button you press to call for him if you need something. Moving on rul' number three don't' leav' you room till the set' tim', rul' number four return to your room at' the set' tim', no wandering." She takes a deep breath before continuing again.

"Rul' number fiv' wear what' is provided, rul' number six only what' is provided can leav' the room, rule number seven you are only permitted in your room and the ros' room, no wandering. Rul' number eight' do not' speak to hous' guests, rul' number nin' do not' speak or search for the mal' counterparts."

I nod "okay okay okay, what do you mean by male counterparts?"

She shrugs " I don't' know, non' of us do it's just' in the rules so I guess it's important'." She looks out the window at the setting sun blanketing the hills in gold. "Guess its tim' to get' ready, I wonder who is going to be called today?"

Taking my eyes of off the golden hills I stare at her, her hair shining a brilliant gold under the setting sun. "What do you mean by its time? Who is getting called?"

She brushes her golden hair from her face as she turns to me. "Every night' the order for who gets called on changes, we don't' know till the sun sets and our clothes com' in. Oh right' sinc' it's your first' night' you hav' to be tested."

"Tested what do you mean by tested?"

She holds her finger up to her lips "wer' not' allowed to say. Sorry, it's one of the rul''s." Her eyes glimmer brightly against her pale skin a stark blue between the gold as she stands up quietly making her way towards the door. "com' com' we hav' to go to the living room to see who is called today, and get' your clothes for the test'."

Standing from my chair I clutch the hem of my shirt as I follow her to the living room, the girls and the butler already waiting, a stack of clothes on a trolly with name cards placed in front of each stack of clothes. My name card is sitting in front of a small stack of blood-red clothes.

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