Mallory - The revenge huntress
I felt dirty, despite the fact that I even had my lady parts scrubbed.
But nothing could prepare me for this; not in my wildest imagination would I have imagined this. My heart broke as I watched Ophelia walk out of the forest. The little girl was dressed up in the same style as me; only her dress was a little looser and in a soft shade of pink. But short, so incredibly short. Her hair was braided, one braid over each shoulder, and tied up with pink bows. Her red, painted lips trembled, and her mascara-covered eyes were filled with tears. She ran right into my arms, and I thanked the goddess that nobody tried to stop her.
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