Hello, I am Sammy and I am back with my story. The last time I was here, I was kidnapped by the members of what seemed like a cult. I did it to protect my friend, Emilia. The last time I was here, I saw something horrific. That is why I am back.
When my blindfold was taken off, I saw so many people. So many women, tied up and ready to be destroyed by the cult I just spoke of. All of them were on the ground with their body forming the letter 'N'. Their backs were arched with pain and their hands were red due to the rope. The rope stung their skin continuously; however, it created no marks or bruises whatsoever. I realized that the material had to be something different to not leave a bruise on those delicate hands that were trying so hard to escape the bondage.
I saw older women and girls my age, all suffering the same agony. I heard her voice. Emilia was seeking help. I screamed back, "I am here Em, I am here with you. Don't worry, okay? You are going to be fine. I will come for you as soon as I can. Just keep strong!" Her call for help brought tears to my eyes. She had turned into a little sister of mine and I couldn't handle her being in pain. "You are never going to see her again." A man in a black mask had taken it upon himself to mess with me. I had always been told by Neil that I am quite good with words, especially when it comes to sarcasm. "Is that what you tell yourself about your girlfriend every night as you cry yourself to sleep, little cry baby?", I immediately responded.
The women were being forced to volunteer for something. Figuring a cult could only require some sort of sacrifice, I made sure I didn't volunteer no matter what. That confidence only lasted for a while however, as I heard Emilia volunteer under pressure. I had to go with her. Even though every cell in my body refused to agree with the cult, I had to do something to go after Emilia and protect her from this insanity. I had no other option. I watched the idiot I just mocked smile while I volunteered for their cult. A lady in a black dress stood before me, approving me for their operation.
While I walked towards the room I was being taken to, I heard a loud sound. A gun had blown so loud that the Earth shook in its presence. I fell to my knees with surprise. I had no idea they were shooting people here. When I looked back, I saw Neil's mother, lying dead in a pool of blood. "What have you done? What have you done?" I screamed. The site of her death will forever be retched into my mind. It will haunt me in my coming years, reminding me how I couldn't do anything to save her. I knew Neil loved his mother immensely. Ever since his father died, she had been his only support. Even though they had their ups and downs, he never failed to give her the love she rightly deserved. May she rest in peace.
Wiping away my tears on the rim of my collar, I walked into a room. It felt like I had walked into a luxury spa. They had all sorts of equipment, the best kind. They had equipment the world had never seen. It all felt illegal. I was confused why I was brought here and why were they torturing us over a spa treatment. Were we test subjects? Were we being used as collateral damage to their equipment's excellence? I had no clue. All I had to know for sure was that if Emilia was okay. I hope she hadn't seen the vision I just witnessed. I hoped she didn't see her own mother take her last breath. I wondered what would happen to my parents. My dad was away at sea. What if he was never informed of my mother's or my disappearance. He was kind of a lost cause for a father. My mother on the other hand, she was amazing. She always supported my dreams. I wished well upon her health as I sat down in the chair designated to me.
They combed my hair and for the first time ever, I had zero knots. They straightened it. I was always afraid I would fry my hair which is probably why I never tried straightening them but apparently, that is exactly what they needed. Next, they took my glasses off. They whispered about laser treatment for my eyes at the next level. I wondered how many levels there were in this place. They cleaned my face up and moisturized it. They toned it to perfection and added the perfect shade of pink to my lips. Meanwhile, two people in black masks were treating my nails very carefully. As I got the first ever manicure and pedicure of my life, I realized what power money held. In a span of hours, I went from looking like a homeless kid to the girl in every guy's dream. I knew I looked pretty but I tried not to enjoy it. I know all of this had an ulterior motive and I couldn't be distracted by petty things like manicures and pedicures to lose my sight.
At the next level, they had my laser done. However, it wasn't any ordinary surgery. I had never seen anything quite like it. It healed in a span of minutes and I never had to wear my glasses again. My face felt empty. my ears felt lonely without the weight of my spectacles burdening it.
The next level was one of the worst. Even though I had always acted cool, on the inside I was a shy puppy. When they asked me to take off all my clothes, I turned away their request. Even though it was a woman only zone, I didn't feel comfortable undressing in front of strangers. Obviously, I didn't have an option. Every inch of my body was being checked. They took me into a chamber and some spray flashed on me. Suddenly, all the hyperpigmentation was gone. It felt like I was in a doll factory and they were fixing up new dolls for the kids. They checked for scars. They tattooed around the one scar I was proud of. It was from my trip with my father at the sea. We went under water. I accidentally hit my foot on the coral reef and the rest was history. They tattooed my exact skin tone on the scar. I wondered why all of this technology was never used worldwide. Why was it kept hidden under a rich cult? Why not earn money over the master technology they were hiding?
I had so many questions. They dressed me up into a white mini dress. They made me wear crystal heels, resembling the ones Cinderella wore. I had never felt prettier or more confused. I walked out the door, unaware of the problems awaiting me with a cunning smile on their faces.