Sally’s POV:Various scenes from my life played behind my eyes like a movie. Deep down I could hear an annoying persistent noise, but I couldn’t place where it was from. The air around me felt cold and had a strange smell in the air. What was it? My brain was too muddled to figure it out.The first scene was an office. I recognized it, the office of Mr Stanford, the owner of the dance trope I was a member of before I joined Unicorn. He smiled at me, his eyes leering and practically undressing me where I stood.“Yes, Miss Xavier. I can help you out. How much did you say you needed?” he’d said, stroking his pitiful excuse for a beard.“Five hundred thousand dollars,” I said with a shaky tone. “I promise to pay back, I just…”He had grabbed my arm, his eyes that of a dog that had seen a fresh piece of meat. I wanted to hurl and run away. “There is other way you can repay me, Miss Xavier,”Ah, I see.My memories. They’re playing in a feedback in my head. Are these my last seven minutes? D
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