Amapola’s Lycan

Chapter 2

As I get out of bed, I'm pulled out by a group of older women dressed in maid uniforms similar to those shown on television and worn as Halloween costumes.

They begin to remove everything I am wearing, which is merely a very thin sleeping gown, as they did this I wondered how I got undressed to then wear this nightgown, and lost in my question they move to drop my feet in a pail of warm water, causing me to pee myself due to the amount of relief in temperature.

I was mortified of having my body react in this manner, but as I attempted to cover my face, the women around me pulled my hands away, one arrived with an ancient but beautifully adorned partition, and another three arrived with big round sponges and began washing me with warm water.

Looking around in fear, I noticed one of them putting oil on the sponges as they rotated to wish me, which only made me wonder what the f**k was going on?

Opening my mouth to ask them, a fourth maid arrives with some sorts of toothbrush and a very red colored paste, which she then inserts into my mouth to begin brushing my teeth and everything else in my mouth.

Every single idea I had was that I was in a dream, that blonde woman fooled me into stepping back to that dark alleyway and knocked me unconscious, and now I'm being harassed, my body violated as if they are cleaning me like a full-grown baby.

After a while, everyone finishes, the one wiping my mouth retracts herself, and just as I'm about to say anything, warm water is purred down my head, forcing me to close my eyes and mouth.

I'm not sure which maid it was, but I felt violated as their hands groped and caressed me to clean me, while another two went right in to my hair, rubbing my scalps. After a while, I realized they were done basically ravishing my body with their hands, and tools.

Letting go of my hands, I placed them on my private areas before opening my eyes to see the woman with the windmill wig who walked closer to meet my eyes. She glances at me as if she is analyzing my body, making me feel self-conscious.

She walked to see me from behind, and as I tried to follow her gaze, I was distracted by the fact that the maids had all moved to form a straight line at the foot of the bed I was lying in.

With their heads down and hands on their fronts, I heard the voice of the wig woman behind me, her voice reminded me of Cruella Deville as she spoke to me.

"Good, your well bathed this morning, let's finish to begin the morning routine Princess."

Stepping out of this bucket, the woman seized my arms and forced me to gaze up at her eyes, which were strangely filled with admiration. As she held me, she spoke.

"Welcome home Luna Princess."

I furrowed my brow at what she had just said, and as I was going to ask her what she meant by coming back home, I felt a hand grab my hair.

Brushes, sprays, and something hot were all about my head, the maids in the front had all hurried to get me ready as I was trying to avoid getting violated by their hands, suddenly they had all stopped, and it all felt like I was dressed up in an instant.

Two women forced me to sit on a small stool that was brought to my attention, and placed an old high heel in cream, white, and soft pink colors, which made me cringe at the sight of them.

Seeing the colors, I quickly turned my gaze to the rest of my outfit, realizing that if they had used another other than pink, I would have felt more attractive.

The garment was clearly from the Victorian era; it was a beautiful soft pink gown with plenty of cream-colored pearl beadings; I felt constricted all over my body, and I felt like I was wearing an umbrella for a gown.

After the women finished, I was assisted in rising from my stool and taking two steps to a small round step up ahead that had three body-size mirrors in historic frames.

I blinked many times to take in the fact that they had styled me to look like a princess from a fairytale, with my hair up in a bun of French tails and a magnificent crown on the center.

Earrings with dangling roses the size of my eyes decorated my frame, a massive diamond choker necklace that matched the earrings, with ruffles on the elbows of this dress, and as I began to touch my dress, the women around me began to spray rose scented perfume.

I attempted to remove some of the perfume with my hands, but instead I fell backwards, and the maids caught me before I reached the floor.

As I stood up again, the doors beside the mirrors opened to reveal a man dressed in a Victorian-style butler's suit, his curled up hairs on either side of his face with his monocle, his large nose, and line mouth were seen as hilarious to me, yet I’m sure he was just serious.

He straightened his stance, extended one hand with a rolled-up paper with a seal letter L, as I took it, and he rested his hands on his back before clearing his throat and spoke.

"The young Prince Zack is patiently waiting on the roses garden, he has send this small letter to give to the young princess, he requests to have an impromptu tea with his wife to be this very second."

As I begin to open the letter to which I intend to respond, the woman I'll refer to as Cruela because of her voice for now, responds on my behalf. With my mouth open, I move my eyes to stare at the old hag who continues to behave for me in ways I don’t yet understand.

"Princess Amapola will be most pleased to meet with the young Prince, we shall not take long, you may leave."

Looking behind me at the woman who had spoken for me, I began to respond, "I can answer for myself, thank you, and I'm more than-"

As I was about to finish, the door in front of me closed with a hard thud. As I turned to face it, a maid took the letter from my hand and handed it to the now delighted Cruela.

Strolling towards me, she read the letter before I could, and with a little smile on her lips, she continued to read it aloud.

"Princess Amapola, it is with all of my affection that I request your presence at this moment at the rose garden for a morning tea, yours truly, Prince Zack."

Hearing her disapproving expression, she rolled the letter back and continued to grin while she spoke to me.

"I'm your guardian my Princess, and as such I'm in charge of you, I speak, eat, dress, and live for you, in return all your kingdom requests thru me, is for you to marry the Prince Zack of the Lycans."

Blinking I couldn't grasp what this woman was asking of me, and when I found my voice, I stated it in frustration.

"Marry? I'm in high school; I shouldn't be thinking about marriage, and where am I? Who are you? Why did you just let these women vandalize my body for? And why the hell am I only wearing pink?"

Each of my statements caused everyone in the room to gasp, and my patience to grow even thinner with their ignorance.