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It had taken a lot of bribes, just to get hold of him. And then the
surgery had cost a lot more, but for the parents, it was worth it to
have their Amber back again. They knew that he would not want to replace
her, which was why they had implanted a little electro-shock device into
him for training purposes. As well as that, a bangle that *she* could
not take off contained a GPS device so they would know where their
little princess was at all times. They waited for *her* to wake so they
could attach the hair extensions and tell *her* her fate.
My head was pounding...like the bender to end all benders. Where had I
been? I was getting gas at that self-service place on the way home from
the rock festival. A van backed in front of my car as I was pumping
gas...I heard scuffling and that was the end of it. Something must've
happened. I'm sitting up though...
"Wake up, Amber, wake up. You're safe now...safe, that is, as long as
you play your new role. You murdered our sweet Princess...you killed
her, and you thought you were only going to spend a few years in
juvenile jail. Well, when we have finished with you, you will wish you
were back in a cell. We have already made you look and sound like our
daughter, now we will train you to act like her. Our slightly boy-crazy,
girly-girl daughter. It will take time, but we have plenty of that. Soon
you'll be cheerleading, going out with boys,shopping for girly things,
you love that or rather she did, so will you. I'm Helen but you will
call me Mummy or Mum." Helen held up a mirror so that the new *Amber*
could see her new face and body.
I could barely understand what this person thought she was saying. I
forced open my eyes though and saw a glimpse of a cute girl. I mean,
not cute as in I wanted to date her -she looked too young for that. But
perhaps cute enough that I would might have years ago.
She was sitting, hunched forward, elbows on her knees...a "eager to know
you" type of pose, her hands clasped in front... Her legs were hugged
in tight jeans, something sparkly near the hems. Thin, bare arms came
out of a sheer pink tee with some pop star's face stretched across the
front. A silver heart dangled from her neck, with a separate peace sign
charm in front. I looked at her and laughed in spite of myself -- you
see a dozen of these girls at the mall.
The girl laughed back. At the same time. Even in my stupor, I figured
out that the girl was me. It took me a second to realize that much -- a
lot had changed. My hair was a radiant blond, and feeling around my
face, some bangs were cut just long enough to trouble my eyes. My eyes
were a pale blue, and my lips a shiny pink, and tasting of something
disgustingly sweet.
I went to stand up, but couldn't. The fishing line, so thin and pale
that I hadn't seen it, was holding me fixed in that position...I
couldn't even pull my hands apart. I looked up, huge silver hoop
earrings batting my neck. "What the hell do you think you're doing?
What is this, psycho? And who the hell is Amber? Not me, I'm Thomas.
What have you done to my voice and my body?" My voice was...different,
and totally feminine.
"Me? I'm Helen Robinson, the mother of Amber Robinson...until you
murdered her. And so, you'll take the place of the girl you killed.
Simple. You will live her life for her so that when I see you move, hear
you speak, kiss you goodnight, it will be as if I had my darling of a
daughter back with me again." Helen kissed *Amber's* forehead, sure that
the fishing line would keep *her* from wiping the kiss away. "You look
so sweet right now. You're wearing a Justin Bieber T-shirt, she was a
big Justin Bieber fan and so shall you. When your father comes back from
work I will demonstrate my control devices and then we will put you to
bed with your hands tied around your favourite teddy bear and kiss you
goodnight. When we can trust you, you can be a night owl, but not quite
yet."
I feel the motherly kiss on my forehead, trying to understand what she's
saying. "Listen, lady, I have no idea who this Amber kid is, but
whatever twisted form of grief counseling you're getting isn't working
for you. I'm not about to pretend to like this horrid, wretched excuse
of a singer...and I think my legs are going numb from these jeans. But
that's not important. Why don't you loosen these ties a little bit and
you can tell me about Amber. She sounds like a nice kid, and I'm happy
to help you catch the real killer."
I didn't like the sounds of these control devices, but my best hope was
to talk her out of this. By the sounds of it, escaping won't be easy.
Better to push her off this subject before the husband gets home and
backs her up.
"Oh, I'll loosen your ankle ropes, I don't want to hurt your limbs." She
bent down and loosened the ankle ropes a little. "But you are staying
tied up until your father comes home and we can put you to bed. Have you
noticed how sweet your new voice is? Just like Amber's was. Amber....she
was wonderful. One of your bangles...you can't take it off and it has a
tracking device in it so we will know if you try and run away." She took
out what looked like a TV control from her handbag with buttons on it
numbered from 1 to 12. "I'm going to test this on it's very lowest
setting, it would be unfair to try it on a higher one. The highest
setting is fatal and the second highest setting would knock you out, but
the lowest setting is not anywhere near as bad although it will hurt."
She pointed it at *Amber* and pressed the button marked 1.
My legs had a little less pressure, but I was still hunched over in a
coquettish way, staring at the bangles trying to determine which one
wasn't coming off. I barely paid attention to what the crazy lady was
saying when I felt a sharp shock, kind of like a bad static electricity
ping, hit my left thigh. I jumped as much as I could despite myself.
"F--k, that hurts!"
"I'll let you off this time, but Amber never swore in front of her
parents. In private maybe yes, for all we knew, but not in front of us.
If you swear and me or your father hears it you get a level three times
as bad as you got now." The door opened and a man who was clearly
Amber's father came in and kissed *her* forehead. "Hello, Princess. I'm
James, your new father. Call me Daddy or Dad.Let's get you up and into
bed with your hands tied around Spirit, your favourite teddy bear."
Helen untied the ankle and leg ropes and between them they took *her*
into the bathroom. "Time to take off your make-up," Helen said.
I can't even swear now? If swearing will get me three times as bad as
that, I'm in trouble. And James....looks like someone who could throw
up a flight of stairs. No way I'm getting out while he's around. With
his arms around my elbow, I wasn't going anywhere. But ... "How can I
take off my makeup with my hands tied, James?"
"Call me Daddy and your new mother Mummy. Mummy will take it off for
you." Helen took off the make-up with care from her new faux daughter
and stood with the control ready whilst she was put into a pink nighty
with little hearts all over it. Then her hands were freed and tied with
fishing line around a big white fluffy teddy bear so she looked as if
she was holding it tightly by choice. Then she was put to bed and her
ankles tied to the bedposts. Both Helen and James kissed her cheeks.
"Don't you look adorable, Princess?" A duvet was put over her.
I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say....actually, I am. "Thank you
Mommy. Thank you Daddy." I tried as gently as possible to pry my hands
off the bear, but nothing doing. My ankles were also not going
anywhere. The duvet was huge and I felt that it buried me. Nowhere to
go, at least for now...might as well get some sleep. I lay on my back
and stared up...
Helen kissed her daughter's nose, slipped a sleeping mask over her ears
and put earphones in her ears, and started a tape. "This will help you
get used to being Amber." She and James turned the light off and left
the room.
Well, I was in for the night...the ties around my legs felt pretty
secure, and I wasn't letting go of "Spirit" anytime soon either. Then I
heard the voice coming through the head phones. "I love lip gloss. I
love makeup. I love cheering..." it went on and on, a slightly
mechanical female voice always listing something new. It was monotonous
and all I could focus on, essentially unable to move or to see. I was
distressed that to the outside world I probably looked the picture of
contentment in Amber, but I was screaming on the inside...
Leela
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