(Gel is a nickname for Angeline.)They are shopping. Why?I'm supposed to be with all of you, right?Yes and you will be.Why do I need to talk with you?H...h?Well you're just the kid. It's your mom and Dad I need to meet.I see. Did Jake not explain to you that you will be with all of us?Yes, so?OK, I already didn't like her. I was ready to tell her to go home, but I don't think Jake would be happy with me if I did. I texted Jake:She does not talk to me. Only to you and mom. Come now.I got a reply. I could not decide what to buy…Suddenly four strong hands lifted me in the air and dragged me into an office, before I could open my mouth to scream for help.Two giant security guards had attacked me. They locked the door behind them and made me stand in the middle of the room. They were both black men, hard bodies, muscular and even handsome...I started to be scared, thinking those men were going to fuck me inside that room and nobody could help me…"Get against the wall, bitch" The older guard. Although my head still pounded internally a bit, I was totally alert. I reached up with my hand and took hold of the hair that had slapped my face. The hair was long enough to reach halfway down my back and was a dark brown color. As I was looking closer at it, I noticed that the hand holding the hair was also different. It was a tiny hand and had chipped purple nail polish on. As I looked at my surroundings, everything looked huge! The bed seemed gigantic and the ceiling looked to be twenty. But even as the blackness consumes me, my eyes adjust, and I see the world as if viewed through night-vision lenses, everything reduced to hues of heat and cold.Great ornate doors stand waiting at the far end of an enormous crypt-like cellar. The metal that defines them seems to hum and pulsate in a display that is an outlandish chiaroscuro of ever-changing shades."Nearly there," Chloe tells me."Arabella, sweetheart," Pandora says. "You must never open these doors unless you wear your dress..