Chapter Fifteen
Steel dug into her flesh and she screamed in agony.
“I’ll have security beat you senseless!” said Aura and gritted her teeth. “Mother! Help me!”
The smell of burnt hair permeated the entire room.
Mrs Nightingale was standing near the window, sighing. “Don’t be such a baby,” she said and eyed her sideways. “Beauty takes sacrifices.”
Aura turned towards her torturer and hissed, “Hell, I’ll beat you senseless myself, you tiny man.”
Andre took the pins out of his mouth and went on fitting the dress. “We are almost done here, patience. Your mother is right.”
His assistant was pulling on tufts of her hair, making her bob her head every few seconds. Every follicle had been pulled, dyed, washed, ironed, stretched. Every part of her head was acking.
“My hair is burning,” sai
