The Power Of Makeup

Rosette Young POV'

Have you ever had this feeling that the ground should open up and swallow you at some point in time —that's my thoughts now been dragged to the front stage.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen." Taylor announced curtly, immediately grabbing attention." Tonight we are having special entertainment by yours truly Rosette Young."

The crowds burst into a blaring applause seemingly happy that someone was going to be publicly humiliated.

I wasn't shocked by their jovial reaction, as a matter of fact I had anticipated this side of the crowds. The rich young generation of this era were twisted and cruel, only having passion for others destruction.

"She suggested strip dancing for us, girl's you should learn from her, she is pro when it comes to this attics."

I felt disgust rush down my spine. Taylor was truly monster, a monster in human clothing's.

As the music played softly in the background I felt overwhelmed with the demanding glances from the crowds especially the male population.

"Let me see your fine a** baby."

"Shake 'em good for me pretty."

"I would not be perplexed if your cl*** looks fine baby girl."

As the comments reverberated in my ears, I felt sheer disgust and horror. Was I really going to do this? Hell no I inwardly retorted. Even if I had to be jailed a second time, I am not going on with this petty show.

Taylor seemingly reading my mind frowned deeply, holding my hand tightly as he bend down to whisper something into my ear.

I swallowed hard when his musky fragrance wafted into my nostrils. I froze in horror by our close proximity.

"Give the crowds what they want Rose or the hell I would break out on you would be more severe than the torture you experienced in prison."

Shivers runned down my spine as soon as he brought up the imprisonment topic. I stared at him, our gazes met for a brief second as he flashed me one of the most psychopathic grins — I always saw on villianous anime characters in animes I binged every Saturday night.

"So gonna start striping Miss. Young."

I nodded reluctantly, fear probably written all over my face. Facing the enormous crowds, my gaze searching for one face and that was Hayley. The beautiful blonde who suppose to be tutoring me at this moment.

But she obviously wasn't there. I smiled sardonically, and started removing my blazer one after another until I was left bare with only my pink bra and pink panties.

I knew after this, the hatred I have for Taylor Yves would multiple so much that if I got the chance for revenge I wouldn't batter an eye.

Even if I ended up in life imprisonment,I wouldn't care. Just wait Taylor Yves, oneday I would make you pay.

I inwardly grasped.