Chapter one

Amber snuggled into her bed, it being more comfortable than the previous nights. A hand connected with her shoulder, gently shaking her.

"Miss wake up," a voice pulled her from her sleep.

Amber was surprised, this was more gentler than the other times she'd been woken up. She was either thrown off the bed or cold water was dumped all over her.

"Miss, wake up master is waiting for you." the woman said and Amber got up from the bed taking in the room she lied in. The walls were adorned with pale pink instead of the sticky grew walls her eyes were met with for the past ten years of her life. The room had a windows seat, a book shelf, a chest at the end of the bed all in white with red and pink textiles.

"Miss?" a voice drawled her from her bewilderment, "i have prepared a bath for you, please follow me to the bathroom."

Amber stiffly nodded and followed the woman into a room connected to the one she was sleeping in. She walked into the bathroom, trailing behind the woman, her breath was caught inherited throat as she looked at the mesmerizing bathroom. Long gone was the slimy stained white wall and floor tiles with a single shower head at the room. Pure white tiles dotted with a swirling pattern of black circles plastered the walls accompanied with black tiles. An enormous bathtub took up most of the space in the room as it extended from the wall to the middle of the room, the other end had a toilet seat along with a spacious shower cubicle. I whipped my head around and saw a two sinks on built into dark wood drawers with a mirror hanging above it. I could see my scrawny reflection standing out in the midst of all the luxury.

"Miss, your bath is ready." the woman announced, snapping Amber from her dazed state. She grabbed her shoulders and led her to the bathtub.

"Please call me Amber," she said politely after noticing how young she looked, she might have been a few years older than Amber

"Okay miss, I mean Amber. I'll help bathe you now." she said and Amber looked at her with an incredious expression.

"I know how to bath." she deadpanned and then dismissed her.

"But master said--" she started.

"I don't care what your master said" Amber cut her off "but I will not let you bath me. I'm a grown woman, now leave!"

"Yes miss," she said lowering her head and Amber frowned administering the harshness to her tone.

"Sorry," she mumbled "But please leave so that I can have my bath."

"Okay," she sighed in defeat slowly exiting the bathroom, closing the door once she was out. Amber proceeded to remove her worn out black T-shirt and faded black jeans she then stripped off the outgrown underwear she wore, tossing it on top of the pile her clothes made.

She walked over to the bathtub filled with rosewater and milk, slowly dipping her feet into the tub as if she was afraid she would slip into an endless abyss. She settled into the bathtub and took the sponge which was next to her, she rubbed the soap onto it and started scrubbing her body. Soon, the milky white water turned into a disgusting brown, making Amber scrunch her nose in disgust thinking of how filthy she was. She stepped out of the tub and opened the plunger, the water swirling out of the tub, the walked over to the shower cubicle to shampoo her hair, washing it gently, her nails scrubbing her dirty scalp, after twenty minutes, she opened the faucet warm water raining over head dripping off as a must brown. She washed it all over again until the water dripping from her hair was clean.

Wrapping a towel around her body and another on her head, she stepped out of the bathroom but froze as she saw the young man lazily seated on the bed she previously occupied looking rather out of place in the girly room.

"Amber," he greeted with a sly smile his eyes roaming all over her towel clad body, his body tingling with excitement but he did not dare show it on his face as his features were hard and unreadable.

"My eyes are up here," she announced once she realized he was eye raping her.

"I know," he said icily trying to keep his eyes on her face which had an unnatural glow.

"Get out!" she commanded, her voice hard but she was burning with embarrassment inside.

"Wear this," he said shoving a shopping bag into her arms and then leaving the room altogether. Curiosity bewildered her as she peaked into the fancy shopping bag, her jaw dropping to the floor.

In the bag there was a yellow floral gown with spaghetti straps that rested on her knees paired with brown wedge heels and pearl earrings. She also found and pair of lingerie at the bottom of the bag but she only wore the sheer underwear leaving out the bra because of the dress's straps. She walked to the wall to floor mirror and looked at her reflection, awestruck by the person staring back at her.

This was definitely not her.

In front of her was a beautiful young lady, who held nothing but beauty, elegance and innocence not the rowdy, rogue Amber Rose.