You Are Mine
They move around her with military precision, chattering all the while.
By the time they are done, Adrianna hardly recognizes herself. Her reflection stares back at her with glossy waves of hair framing her face, her skin glowing, her lips soft and full. She looks… delicate. Feminine. Like the version of herself she has never been allowed to be.
Her phone vibrates. Adrian has sent her another meme — a picture of a dog waiting by a dinner table with the caption: me waiting for you, starving.
She bursts out laughing, covering her mouth.
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