He looked at me with a blank expression on his face. I thought that he was thinking about it, but when he opened the door and threw me inside I realized he was not. I turned and started banging on the door, yelling for them to open it.

"Stop trying already." Someone said behind me.

It was a female's voice and I turned around to find a woman may be in her late thirties. she was sitting on a chair and had her legs up on the counter as she played with her red hair. Her face was covered with makeup, her arm had a weird tattoo on it and from what I could see her outfit wasn't the best, and it barely covered her body. She had to be a Doll or used to be one.

"Are you Grace?" I asked taking a few steps towards her.

"The one and only." She smiled weakly at me and stood up.

"So, I guess Correy brought you here." She said and I nodded my head. I looked around the room which was red and was filled with clothes and different kind of things and the only thing I wanted to do right now was run.... run and never look back, but I couldn't.

"Girl, you look like a mess. What happened to you?" Grace asked catching my attention, again. She was looking at my small figure with narrowed eyes.

"It's a long story," I told her truthfully.

"Fine then, let wash you up first. Come with me."

She guided me to a small bathroom in the back of the room.

"Take a shower and then come out to get you ready." She smiled at me and left, closing the door behind her.

I hesitantly took off m ripped blouse and pants, followed by my underwear and bra and carefully stepped in the shower. The cold t.i.tles sent s.h.i.+vers down my spine and I quickly turned on the warm water and let it fall down my head and body. At first, when the water hit my injured side I flinched but I felt my muscles immediately relax.

G.o.d... I have missed this relaxing feeling. I took the shampoo and put a small amount of it on my hand before applying it to my scalp and ma.s.saging it. When I finally finished and stepped out of the shower I took the towel from Grace had left for and wrapped it around my body. Then I walked back outside into dressing room where Grace was waiting for me.

"About time," she complained.

"Sorry," I whispered, looking around the room.

"Let get you dressed then. I chose this for you." She said showing me a pair of white lace underwear and matching bra. I raised my eyebrow and looked at her confused.

"I thought I was going to wear clothes?"

"We don't wear clothes here." She simply replied and threw them at me along with a pair of white transparent stockings.

"Now go and put them on. I want to see how they look on you."