Chapter 41

Sadly, the white dress I was given fit me like a glove and was tight revealing all my curves. Not like that mattered when I was about to be tortured in front of hundreds of Angels. It's funny how the people who are supposed to be the voice of the good and innocent are going to beat someone who's done nothing bad against them apart from being born. Angels intentions are always good, but the methods they use to get what they want is plain out cruel. I step out from behind the curtain and the old lady smiled and clapped her hands in satisfaction. "Oh, you're such a gorgeous devil! Now let's put some make up on you and do your hair!" She says squealing grabbing my wrist and forcing me to sit on the stool. She grabbed a brand new looking comb and she brushed it through my hair. I cringed every time she forcefully snapped my hair when I had a knot, it took a lot of strength not to cry out in pain. I felt so weak and I must be weak considering brushing my hair is causing me physical pain.