"Don't waste time," she muttered, shoving Yueyao's limp arms down before pulling the cheap red lace lingerie over her battered body.
The lace scratched against her open cuts and welts, burning her raw skin with every movement.
Her hands trembled so violently that she couldn't even hold the flimsy strap as they forced it onto her shoulders. One of the girls bent down and shoved a pair of towering clear heels towards her.
"Stand up," she ordered, her voice flat as her lifeless eyes stared at the floor. "Wear these, they are your size, they like it when you look like a doll."
Yueyao tried to stand, but her knees buckled again, pain exploding through her joints like knives slicing bone.
Tears streamed down her face as the girls grabbed her roughly, dragging her to her feet and smearing thick foundation over her cuts and bruises.
