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Ezra, choosing silence over words, listened intently, realizing she had no answers to the myriad of questions Scarlet presented. A sudden pause hung in the air, and Scarlet's gaze shifted from the plate to Ezra. "I am getting old," she confessed, her eyes distant. "I want you to come back and live with us. I don't want to hurt you, but you can't leave us like that." Scarlet's plea hung in the air, the vulnerability in her eyes revealing a loneliness that had settled in over the years.

Suddenly, I regret being a fucking whore in the first place. “Fuck me, I’m so stupid,” I grumbled under my breath. When I find Miles, he’s no longer looking at me. he’s singing and dancing like earlier didn’t happen at all. I would have thought so too, if it weren’t for his little friend glaring daggers at me from down there. If looks could kill. “Stupid and fucked,” ***** UNEDITED

“What’s the deal?” The reflection’s eyes gleamed. “Let me in.” Anna stiffened. “What?” “Let me in,” the reflection repeated. “Let me walk in your world, just for a little while. I won’t hurt anyone. I just want to see.” Anna’s skin crawled. Every fiber of her being screamed NO. The reflection chuckled at her silence. “You don’t have to answer now.” It took a step back, fading into the shadows. “But remember, Anna. Every reflection has a price.”

Mister suddenly realized that she had secretly been distracting him while sending out a beacon of bright green light over their location, and leading everyone else straight to them. "You bitch! I should have known that you wouldn't come alone!" He shouted as he shifted and lunged for her at the same time. Lucky for the queen, she saw it coming in enough time to get out of the way. Mister landed hard on all fours just inside of the open doorway. He gasped really hard when he knocked the wind out of himself by brutally slamming his ribs against the corner of a table that was sitting just inside the shed entrance to the left of where he stopped.

Moni posts a lot of pictures in feminine poses or dresswear too, which Samantha knows doesn't necessarily mean anything, but well. There's a post that catches his attention though. Moni's legs are folded over a railing, in a black and white filter. Her legs are encased in white thigh highs and the view from her apartment, of the skyscrapers at night, is visible through the window. The captions reads: How strange/How sweet to find you still/These things are dear to me They seem to bring you near to me/Two lovers on the street who walk like dreamers/Oh, how the ghost of you clings/These foolish things remind me of you.

“I was going to listen.” “Shocking,” I mutter. His reflection appears in the window. Arms crossed. Leaning against the console. Same as always. I ignore him and let my hands wander into the new song I started yesterday. The one about his stupid, beautiful cage. I hum, barely audible. Let the words climb in where they want. *Your walls are lined with secrets / every stone a signed regret / you call them fortifications / I call them unpaid debts…* My voice is scratchy, a little frayed at the edges, but it feels…right.

Mira nods…thrusting backwards, matching his speed. Mr Robert lifts her up, missionary position, He fills her up while standing just enough to make her body clench around him. Mira began panting, close to releasing again, Mr Robert hit harder and increased his pace, his forehead pressed against hers. "Fuck, Mira you’re so fucking wet. You are now my slut" Mira's mind starts to wander, her body going through the motions but her mind elsewhere. She can now afford the bills, buy more groceries, she thinks about the man between her legs. She'll keep coming for more.

55 Come Emily’s POV “Don’t even start.” I glaringly look at Arthur. He seem to be enjoying this but I don’t I hate that I have to speak up like that, isn’t that suppose to be common sense? And how can a person be like that? I’m not even like that when I was being a mistress to Arthur but no, she’s not a mistress and I surely hope she won’t be because I don’t know what I will do if she will be.

And he has the audacity, the gall, to cheat on me with some dirty toilet whore My reflection in the vanity mirror caught my eye. My lipstick was smeared, eyeliner a little smudged, cheeks flushed from sleep. Perfectly imperfect. Beautiful, even in fury. I tilted my chin and stared at myself like I was looking at a stranger. Like I couldn't quite believe what was happening.

I didn’t know if I was allowed to feel anything good so soon after being told I no longer mattered. ****************** At the early hours of the morning, I was walking out the front door with my luggage. Mister stood beside his Maybach, face unreadable in the early light. One of the guards hurried over and took the suitcase from my hand without a word. Mister opened the rear door and waited. He didn’t say anything. He just held the door until I climbed in, then shut it behind me with a solid, final sound. The drive was quiet. Gary was behind the wheel. Mister sat beside me scrolling through something on his phone, the screen casting a faint glow across his sharp profile.