I smooth my hands over my dress. He's wearing a White suit with a red tie. Gently looking man or whatever. His eye-fucking me is really starting to get under my skin.
I grab my backpack that's at the bottom of the stage, I don't plan in staying in these clothes but I'll wear them until I can get a chance to change. I narrow my eyes and approach him in a cautious but bitter manor. He gets the picture because he plasters a triumph smirk on his face.
"What are you doing here dear" my words are like acid hopefully hinting that I don't want him to be here.
Will she submit to him? or will he give up everything to submit to her?
It started off with one small innocent deal. Where will it end?
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