“Wake up, you twat. You weren't supposed to sleep.” The harmless van driver said.

I woke up with a startle and observed my surroundings. I looked out the van, and there it was, a huge mansion standing right in front of me.

I expected this, to be honest.

I got out and turned to the van driver,
“Could you show me the way, please, kind sir?”

“No.” He replied and got in the van, and drove away, leaving me standing there, my mouth agape.

How very rude!

I'm sure, he was just so disgusted by my ugly self!

As I walked inside, a man came up to me said, in that very accent,
“Jennifer Brown. You need to come with me.”

• • •

“What are we doing here?” I voiced my thoughts.

It was a small hut thingy outside the big house.

“You need to get dressed into appropriate clothing before meeting master.” He stated.

“What do you mean, appropriate clothing?” I looked down at my beautiful granny’s khaki pants and and cardigan, “My clothes look just fine.”

As if, ignoring my voice completely, he went to a closet and got me a revealing, lacy, black dress.

What?

“Excuse me? I'm not going to wear that.”

I mean, how could I? That beautiful dress would obviously look absolutely hideous on my thin, hourglass shaped, 5’5 frame!

“You have no choice. Change your clothes. I'll be waiting outside to escort you inside the mansion.”
This was the last thing he said before he walked out.

• • •

I looked at myself in the mirror that was kept there, after changing into the dress.

Ew, my skinny yet curvy figure in that short black dress, that hugged me in all the right places, looked absolutely horrific!

Ugh! The black in the dress brought out my blonde hair and striking blue orbs.

I'm SO ugly!

I walked out of the hut and saw him standing right there, waiting outside for me.

“Let's go, miss.”

Walking inside, I looked around and audibly gasped, for I had never seen such a beautiful house before.

“C-can I use the bathroom?” I said.

I didn't have to pee or poop. I just wanted to excuse myself and be alone for a minute, to process all this.

Not the fact that I'd been sold for toilet paper, but the fact that I was just so damm ugly, Harry would never like me!

“Sure. Follow me.”

I did as he said and the next moment I was standing in front of a bathroom, bigger than my dorm room.

I went inside, looked at myself in the mirror, and started crying.

THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!

I'm being sold off to The Harry Styles, but I'm so ugly, he'll probably throw me away or make me get the corona!

The man –who's name I still don't know– came inside and started consoling me, rubbing my back while saying “Shh, it's gonna be okay.”

I calmed my titties down and stared gratefully at him.

Now, I shall trust him completely. Even though I've known him for no more than 5 minutes.

“Thank you. I really needed that.” I tell him and get up from the bathroom floor.

Wait.

“You sanitized your hands, right?”

“Of course, Jennifer.” He told me, like it was obvious.

“Oh, okay, it's cool then.” I reassured him.

He gave me a small smile.

“So, what do I have to do?” I asked him.

“Master won't be back until tomorrow. He's pretending to work, so he's pretty busy.” He told me.

“Oh, right.”

He informed me, “Until then, his orders are to keep you locked in this room.”

I-

“I'm sorry, wha-” Before I'm able to complete my sentence, he scoops me up and rushes to a room, throws me in there, and locks the door.

I guess I'll have to manage here, for the night.

Oh, Okay.