Waking up I looked to the dim clock next to the ratty, rickety bed Ali and I shared to see it was almost 6 am. Groaning internally I winced as I turned to Ali to wake her, "Hey Viv, wake up. It's 6 o'clock and we really have to get ready for that showing later today." I whispered to her as I gently shook her. I called her Viv, short for Vivianne, because they didn't know our real names and we wanted to not only keep our families safe, but also be able to make sure they didn't know where we were from.

"Roxxie?" she groggily grumbled out, wiping her eyes tiredly.

"We have a show today Viv." I begin to tell her softly, at the same time I coaxed her up and turned towards the small closet full of skimpy clothes that were meant to look 'sexy'. I sighed inwardly, I had been used to glitz and glamour, I was the prom queen, but not this skimpy, slutty, underdressed version.

"So?" She grumbled, "It'll be the same as every other showing they've put us in. Why are we up so early?" I could tell she was cranky, I normally allowed her to sleep until at least 6:30 while I secretly did most of the morning chores assigned to us.

"Viv." I looked at her, my voice low and serious. "They are planning for us to actually be used, instead of looking on to learn through observation." I move to crouch in front of her, seeing this has woken her up a bit, ad I placed my hands on her knees to keep her concentration on me.

"Y-Yy.. You don't mean-" she trailed off her voiced wavering as she tried to keep a calm face. I nodded, keeping a straight face was hard, but I managed. I wanted her to not feel scared, she needed me. "Viv, we have to be careful today. We have to find an opening. And if anyone chooses you, I'll take your place. Okay sis, do you understand me? I will not allow you to be violated like that." She was the younger sister of the man I loved and I would not allow her to be hurt anymore, as much as I could I spared her from pain. They couldn't tell the difference between us and I took advantage of that, I took all of her beatings and I always switched our places so she would get the least amount of pain. She didn't even realize what I did for her, she just thought I bruised easily. She had no idea where they came from.

She nodded solemnly, accepting everything I said. "Come on," I said standing back up hiding my grimace and offering her my hand, "We have to get ready, it's already 6:30." She took my hand and I led her to the make-up room that was attached to the bathroom we had access to so they could attack us with beauty supplies. Carefully I eased into the harder chair as smoothly as I could without drawing notice to my pain. I was able to mask the pain, most of the other people just assumed I wasn't in pain and didn't feel it.

We were only in there for less than a minute when the women in charge of our looks came in and began pulling at our hair and scrubbing at our skin as roughly as they could it seemed. After they had scrubbed , pulled, and plucked at us as much as they could until they deemed us to look perfect it was late morning. About 9ish I would guess. When they were ready they yanked us roughly again by the arms into another room filled with fancy low cut dresses that would show a lot of cleavage. Soon they had us outfitted in those awful dresses, I had managed to suggest identical ones because they thought we were twins and for some reason they claimed their clients wanted to see more twins in the midst.

Now that they had us all dressed up we were led carefully into a clean, posh room that had a luxury penthouse feel to it. It looked like how I would decorate if I had a penthouse, or apartment or whatever. I saw other girls being led in behind us, and we were all lined up in front of the desk for inspection.

"So these are them? The ones who are working tonight? This is all?" the hideous, short, sweaty fat man behind the desk exclaimed. "I want all of our girls on the job tonight! We'll be in that small town, what's it called RoseVille? I know it'll be a good night!" He stood up and came around to inspect us all closer. I stood stiff as I knew I would not be able to switch us after he inspected me so she wouldn't have to go through it too. When he reached me he peered into my face, at my glittered mask, eyes and lips. Moving closer he leaned to see my back and placed one of his pudgy hands on my leg where it was visible from the slit in the dress and the other he used to grope my backside. I so wanted to strangle him, but Ali would get hurt if I did. I needed to protect her and get her out of here; back to her family, her father, mother, and brother.. Jason.

When he stood up and walked around he actually skipped Ali, and I was confused by glad.

"Sir, you skipped one." one of the nasally voiced make-up women said, pointing at Ali. "No I didn't, they're twins. They are the same." he said with a hacking laugh. "Now get them all in the truck and send them off! Time is money people! And daylight's burning!" The pig of a man said with another laugh.

We were quickly pulled gathered together while they shoved us to the garage lot, and into the sleep black escalade vans. I held tight to Ali, knowing she wouldn't be able to handle this by herself. The ride was silent except for the leers and profane remarks from the driver and handler in the front seats. I couldn't wait to see if my suspicions were correct, I dearly hope they are because then we would be in Rosewood. And just maybe find someone who knows us to help us, or escape on our own. After all, I knew Rosewood like the back of my hand and could easily navigate through the small town and loose someone. But until we get there, I would have to put up with these remarks and wait to tell Ali my suspicions. This is going to be a long ride.