Chương 17: MAGIC HANDS

The girls started to cheer Sasha on, as Angel struggled to move out of her hold.

She had a very tender scalp, and the slightest tug was capable of giving her a headache.

This was the sole reason she wanted to escape that torture.

"You come into my show, and want to show off your copper blonde hair. Who the fuck do you think you are?"

Angel cringed, the more gangster she tried to sound.

Her Russian accent was beating her ass badly.

She didn't know which was more painful. The tug on her scalp, or the beautiful girl trying to speak English with that accent.

Checking herself immediately for thinking so condescendingly, she began to struggle to get out of her hold again.

"What the fuck is happening here?!" Luciana screamed, when she returned to the room and saw what was happening

Sasha's hand on Angel's hair froze. Slowly, she turned around, and came face to face with Luciana.

"Let her go," she ordered calmly.

Sasha allowed her hand to drop to her side, then adorned a braggadocious stance.

"What is wrong with you? Is this how you treat the boss's guest?"

"She's not a guest, Lucy. Everyone knows she's his prisoner," she retorted spitefully.

Angel moved away to nurse her hurting scalp. She massaged it with her fingers, but it wasn't enough to alleviate the pain.

Spotting her bottle of water, she grabbed it, and wet some on her silk robe too.

She placed the wet patch directly on her scalp, fighting back tears.

In the last seventy two hours, she had dealt with the biggest humiliations of her entire existence.

She didn't know which she would describe as worse.

Being forced to eat, when the sight of food repulsed her, or her hair being dragged.

The latter wasn't just because of how tender her scalp was. She had a very special relationship with her hair.

It was the reason why despite how wild, and long it continued to grow, she refused to cut it.

She just would rather maintain it, because it was that special to her.

"I can't believe you'd stoop so low, Sasha."

She heard Luciana chiding Sasha, and sniffled.

"Are you okay, Angel?" She heard behind her.

"I'm fine," she replied without turning around. "I'd just go back to that room, and leave you to practice."

She grabbed her water, and without looking back, turned towards the room Sullivan had forced her into.

On entering the room, she sat on the chair Ares had placed her, and closed her eyes.

Partly, she was waiting for the pain on her scalp to subside.

Usually, she'd have to take painkillers to help hasten the healing, but she wasn't in a place to ask for anything.

"Where are you daddy?" She muttered with eyes closed.

For the first time in her entire life, she wanted to see her father more than anyone else.

"Hey, I'm sorry for Sasha's actions. The bitch is just jealous you both have blonde hair, which she swore made her special. But yours is more luxurious, and copper. She can't stand it."

Her eyes opened on hearing Luciana's voice.

"It's okay." She forced a smile, but none came out.

"You don't have to pretend to be okay. I know first hand how one's hair being pulled must sting. Why do you think it's a stripper's first fighting instinct?"

That actually pulled a smile out of Angel's face.

"You're so nice to me. Thank you," she said.

"Here, now you can thank me," she replied, handing her some painkillers.

"You're a lifesaver!" Angel breathed out in relief, as she hurriedly accepted the tablet, and drank it with her bottle of water. "Feels better already," she said right after.

"I'm glad to hear that."

"Hey, about the outfits, have you sorted it out? I could if you haven't. I have a fashion show tonight, but you can see I won't be able to attend it. I may as well keep my hands busy."

"Are you sure about that? We have a machine, and some materials at the back. Ava usually sews our outfits, but because she's not currently in the country, she said she'd ship them over. The items never arrived. If you can help us out, so the boss doesn't chop off my head, I'd owe you forever."

Angel laughed heartily. "You don't owe me anything. And I love to sew."

"Wow, I thought these designers have other people do their sewing. You really sew with your hands?" She asked in a fascinated voice, as her eyes scanned the lengths and breadths of Angel, as if she was just seeing her for the first time.

"Of course. Take me to the workstation, and I'll show you!"

"Gladly."

Angel rose to her feet, already forgetting about the pain on her scalp.

This would keep her busy, and her mind occupied until whenever.

They followed through a door, and arrived at another room.

"Wow, this is a workstation!" She praised in awe.

"Yeah, Ava isn't the best stylist, but she does her best."

Angel was definitely curious about this Ava girl. It would seem she was quite popular in this hell.

"Here, you can make use of that machine."

Angel followed the direction of her hands, and stopped at the machine.

It wasn't the most sophisticated machine, but it would do.

She took a seat, and looked around as Luciana gathered fabrics.

"Think you can make something out of this?"

"Do you have all of the girls' sizes?"

"I think it's in one of these books. I'd just find it quickly."

As she did, Angel went through the fabrics.

There were seven girls in total. She could definitely make something exquisite by the time they have to use it.

"If you need some manpower, I could call a maid or two for you."

"No!" She swiftly shook her head. "I like to work alone," she said after meeting the curious gaze of Luciana.

"Alright. Here's your book with the measurements. I'll leave you to do your magic."

"Bye!" Angel waved, as she walked out of the room. "Let's design, Angel!" She smiled, and it was perhaps the most genuine action she had taken all day.