*PREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS: A POISENED ROSE*
"Everyone has secrets but some are deadlier than others"
In a city of a tainted souls, there was a girl that stood out from the rest.
They tried to brainwash her.
They tried to break her physically and mentall...
START PLAYING THE VIDEO ABOVE WHEN MILA PUTS ON HER DRESS
Warning: there are some mentions of mature content such as blood, abuse, killing, torture etc throughout the story. Be warned.
"veni, vidi, amavi"
MILA'S POV:
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It was 8 pm the next evening and I was getting ready to go to the club: it had been two weeks since the last time I got dicked down and had had enough Jack to drown me into a state of oblivion. I put my hair up into a messy bun and left a few tendrils hanging loose to neatly frame my face. I applied a shimmery, warm, gold shadow to my lids and lined it with a sharp black wing: I carefully put on my false lashes praying to God that I got it perfect first time. To my surprise my prayers were answered and the process of putting on my lashes was flawless. I finished off my look by finessing my plump lips with a cherry gloss which I knew would pop with my outfit, and added some pearlescent highlighter to the inner corners of my eyes. I slipped into my rouge dress which hugged my body in all the right places, making my fortunate curves pop: with this look, I planned to make anyone that saw me faint and swoon.
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I was finally ready. Slipping on my Gold, red-bottomed Luis Vuitton's and grabbing my clutch, I locked my apartment and strutted my way to the car: I felt like a movie star heading to the Oscars with the way I looked- a very slutty movie star yes, but still a star nonetheless.
I sped off into the night and began making my way to the pricey elite club known as 'Erotica': yes, the name was very ironic seeing as what my plans were tonight, however, I couldn't care less about playing into clichés as long as my needs were fulfilled tonight.
I walked into the club to see the expected scene of swarms of bodies grinding against each other: the intensity of the sexual energy which pervaded the room was enough to get me off at this point. I turned to the crammed bar- I was desperate for something to numb the shitty work week I'd had. I managed to find a singular empty stool which I gladly took before anyone else had the opportunity to: the scene in front of my eyes was anything but peaceful though. Lying upon the bar counter was a topless man in a tight pair of booty shorts who bellowed a deep, hearty, drunken laugh as another guy took body shots off of him: I myself erupted into a cheer as did everyone else when the two guys started roughly making out on the counter. The chaos of it all was what I truly adored about this club. The barman finally returned and laughed as he beheld the scene before him- Chris knew I was a regular and shouted across the counter asking what I 'wanted this time'.
