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A story about a girl that finally finds the will to live after years of being tormented by her ruthless past, just to have it reach to her once more, coming back with the same intensity of cruelty and terror and once again erasing her just bui...
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CHAPTER 15 —————
I heaved a sigh, straightening the black dress that was a little bit too tight on me and too short as well. My butt was almost halfway exposed and I felt like my breast would pop out of the dress any minute. I always regretted wearing this one dress, but it made me look the sluttiest, so I usually wore it when I had to seduce someone.
At the beginning exposing so much skin and dressing up like a slut made me feel bad, exposed, cheap, like a real slut which I definitely wasn't. But with time I gained so much confidence that I started wearing it proudly no matter how slutty I looked.
Unlike usually, this time I wore my hair tied up in a high wavy ponytail, two thin emerald green strands of it slightly curled fell at the sides of my face and I loved how it suited me. I wore a bit darker make up, although my skin was too pale I loved the way dark eye make up exposed my light sage eyes, making them look more prominent.
I looked at the tiny mirror I wore in my small purse, correcting my make up one last time although there was nothing to correct before I looked up at the people around me in the van. "How do I look?" I questioned no one in particular, but I got a check out from all five men in the van.
"Eye-catching enough." The ash purple nodded his head, exploring my body once again just to receive a dead glare from me. He smirked eventually correcting his sentence after my deadly cold look on him. "You're stunning Ji. You look better than a real slut."
I smiled proudly. "And that's what I wanna hear." Then I searched for an answer once again. "So whose slut am I tonight?"
"Mine." The ink haired in the driver's seat answered flatly and opened the door stepping outside with all of us following right after. I didn't even have the time to say okay or even nod my head in understanding, the next moment I already found myself standing outside of the van, Jungwoo closed the door after me and I just cracked my neck to the both sides readying to start the night.
"That was far from attractive, Ji. Don't do that in front of that man, you will scare him." The sweet indigo haired guy whispered as we walked after Johnny to the entrance of the fancy looking club and I just rolled my eyes without a single care.
The space in front of the door was empty except for a few squads gathered for a smoke or exchanging drugs and getting high. It meant the fun had already started inside the club. The music was loud and clear even before we neared the entrance and the security guards seemed bored leaning on each side of the door with glass bottles of beer in their hands while one of them held an almost finished cigarette between his lips, throwing it away the second his eyes landed on us.
