Chapter Six
>THE TRANSFORMED WOMAN
...The Mental Prison
Pierre Donovan arrived at the cold mental prison rather early in the morning.
He walked with determination in his steps as he followed the guard who led him through the dimly lit corridors until they arrived at Muse's cell.
He saw her, Muse.
She was sitting on the floor with her back resting against the concrete wall when the guard unlocked the cell door.
She turned to look at him with eyes that had slowly grown empty during the time she had stayed in confinement.
"You are here," she murmured as her eyes scanned him from head to feet.
He was dressed in a navy blue pants and a plaid shirt. His cologne filled the cell and wafted around her nostrils.
"It's time," Pierre said simply.
Muse nodded once before she helped herself to her feet. She knew without being told that the time had come.
For several weeks, she had been actively preparing for this moment.
It was the day when she would step back into the world as someone new.
Pierre stepped forward and handed her a large colourful designer bag.
"Everything that you have requested for is in here," he said.
She stared at the bag and then at him, then back to the bag.
There was no going back now.
Muse took the bag from him without another word and disappeared into the small bathroom area of her cell.
She closed the door behind her and began to take off her prison uniform.
The orange material whispered to the floor one after another until she was standing naked in the bathroom.
She stared at herself in the half length mirror that stood there.
Her eyes were glazed over, filled with what was most likely wickedness.
When had she become like this?
She turned away and reached for the designer bag by the side.
She pulled out a stunning deep blue gown from the bag. The gown was sequined and designer with fanny stones.
It must have cost a fortune.
And she knew that she would owe Pierre a lot of money after today.
She found a set of black underwear sitting idly in the bag, lying close to the six inches black heel made from Italian leather.
There was a box of what she suspected was jewelry but she didn't open it yet.
She slipped into the black underwear, sliding it slowly up her thighs.
She pulled on the dress next, over her head and down, covering her body.
The dress perfectly hugged her body and accentuated her hips.
The inbuilt cup lifted her full round breasts, showcasing a bit of her cleavage.
She bent and slipped on the shoes, her height increasing at that.
She looked in the mirror and then broke into a soft smile.
Muse was back
She had transformed herself.
She opened the jewelry box and stared down in awe at a small glittering necklace with a diamond pendant.
It came with matching earrings.
The jewelry was subtle but it was also clearly expensive.
She arranged her hair and gave herself one last look in the mirror.
"It is your time to sparkle, Muse," she mouthed at her reflection.
Then, she turned and went out.
The sound of her heels caused Pierre to look up from his phone when she emerged from the bathroom.
He swallowed softly and couldn't help but stare pointedly at her.
She was gorgeous.
The woman that stood afore him bore no resemblance to the broken girl that he had first seen in this prison.
She was different.
The difference wasn't in her hair wmor her dress or the shoes.
The difference was the look in her eyes, the one that truly marked the change.
The change was in her aura, cold and determination, replacing despair.
"You look..." Pierre began to say as his heart skipped another beat.
"Prepared?" Muse finished for him. "I'm ready to begin with you."
Pierre took a step forward, his gaze dropping to her cleavage.
He quickly glanced away as that familiar heat of desire surged through him.
He couldn't let her notice.
"Let's go," Muse said to him. He nodded and slipped his phone into his pocket.
He offered her his hands and she came forward to take it.
Pierre drew her closer and ushered her out of the cell with a small smile.
Muse walked through the corridors alongside Pierre with her head was held high and her steps graceful.
The prison guards watched in awe as they left the cell for this was not the same person that had come into this mental facility some weeks ago.
The prison guard led them to the gates where Pierre's sleek black limousine was on standby, waiting for them.
The moment the driver saw them, he moved quickly to open the door.
Pierre lent Muse a hand as she slid in the air conditioned car without looking back at the prison that had made her miserable.
Pierre came in behind her just as the driver closed the door.
"I have taken care of all the papers," he said to Muse who sat beside him.
She turned to look at him, her long lashes fluttering prettily.
"I see," was her only reply.
"Everything has been set up just the way that you demanded," Pierre continued once the limousine began to move.
Muse nodded.
"That is good," she said and turned away from him, leaning back.
Pierre watched her as she closed her eyes and sighed softly.
Her chestnut hair pooled behind her head as she tried to be comfortable.
Her lips which looked soft and tempting drew into a thin line at her discomfort.
She grumbled something and abruptly opened her eyes, meeting his gaze.
Their eyes locked in that moment.
The both said nothing, just staring at each other in the thick silence.
Muse felt scrutinized under Pierre's gaze which grew intense by the minute.
He was staring at her as if he had never ever seen her before.
"What?" She whispered lightly as her heartbeat slightly increased.
Pierre said nothing, his gaze which had been lingering lazily on her moving lips shifting to her eyes.
"Is there something on my face?" She pried, growing warm under his gaze.
"Yes," he said to her and she raised a questioning brow at him.
She made to speak but he beat her to it.
"Beauty," he added.