I stood still as his grey eyes peered into mine. "Now you know the rules don't you Ella" he said with his usual grin. "I'm 16, I don't complain and I don't accept tips, they must be given to the boss" I reply my voice monotone. I have spent the last 9 years hiding my fear, now I'm a perfectionist. I breathe slowly to keep my pulse down and stop myself from sweating and keep my hands still and relaxed. He smiles and says "For a 13 year old you aren't half intelligent, there's an important job coming in later I have had a request for some beautiful ladies" He stokes my chin before pushing me back with his usual malicious grin. I fall back my head pounding against the skirting board with a crack; I reach back around my head and gasp as I feel a warm sticky substance on the back of my head. Slowly I stand and make my way to my room, walking with small steps as my head is spinning. Once there I sit down wipe away the blood, with my shaking hand, thankful for the rare silence, before a knock at the door interrupts my thoughts. One of the other girls named Laura walks in with a smile and says "you're up" before throwing a dress at me, " and I'd get ready if I were you" she says with a smile. I pull myself up in front of the mirror, one of 2 in the house which isn't broken; slowly with a shaking hand I apply my makeup. He walks in just as I've finished getting ready, "now there's a sight"; I'm wearing a dress with a tight fitting bodice and a long flowing skirt. He smiles before kissing his fingers and placing them on my cheek. I take a deep breath and walk towards the door keeping my head up and the smile that I keep just for this. After all this is my job …