The smell. The disgustingly, sweet smell of perfume and incense. It made her want to throw up. Three days- or was it four? Gin could not remember.
No matter what she did, no matter how hard she tried; she could not escape. Her body was deadened every few hours, or so, to keep Gin caged with no chains or bars. How could she escape when she could not even life a finger.
The raven-haired girl was dressed in a colourfully stunning outfit. A blue and gold top with bare shoulders that was tight around her breast and accentuated her curves. A blue skirt with white and gold lace and trims that trailed down her hips. Thigh high black boots and gold, fingerless arm bands were tight against her clammy skin. Her hair was adorned with gold accessories and silver flowers that were pinned into her scalp. Hair extensions that matched her colour were also pinned in the back to create a massive flow of long, long hair. To top it all off, a pink, flower tiara rested gently on her head.
The entire outfit was horrendously uncomfortable.
Her scalp burned and itched, her ears stung from the gems that dangled from her earlobes. Her hair smelled foul from the perfume and weighed a tremendous amount. She had never worn anything remotely similar in her life.
Her eyes were closed as she whispered prayers to herself and tried to sleep, but she was interrupted when she felt a sharp slap! against her cheek.
"Wake up," a man growled, "We'll be needing you soon." The gruff man's empty eyes stared at Gin before he received his own slap to the face from a fellow comrade. The woman from before, Wu if Gin recalled correcty, stood next to the man and glared, her face fixed in a smile.
"Now, now. Is that how you wake up a lady?" She spoke as if she were speaking to an infant. "Leave. I'll need to adjust her make-up now, thanks to you," she lied.
The man hurried from the room, muttering curses under his breath, no doubt at Wu and Gin.
Wu looked at the defenceless Gin in her chair. "Oh, it fills me with pride to see how well I made you look, compared to that droll face you had before," she smiled. "Those boys out there will love you," she leaned in close. "They will love to watch you dance."
Gin began to sweat. Anwar had to be looking for her. He HAD to. Even if he hadn't known her for that long, he would still look for her, wouldn't he?