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Warning: Possibly triggering

Her blonde hair flew into Eliza's hair as the woman tried to take over her.

Stop.

Her clothes ripped off, her face pressed into the floor, unable to move.

Stop.

You're so easy. You look it, too.

Stop.

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Eliza searched through Summer's suitcase for something that wasn't stupidly floral. She finally managed to find an emerald green blanket scarf, which she took and draped around her body and onto her shoulder, and pinned it in place. Underneath was a white tee and black jeans. No skin (except her forearms), no cleavage, no belly.

Her Priceless necklace, given by her dad, caught her eye.

Eliza bit her lip. I'm not going to cry.

But she wanted to.

She couldn't bear to take it off, even if she knew she probably wasn't priceless. Her dad would notice. Not only that, it was from her dad; it meant a lot to her.

She kept it there, but tucked under the scarf, hidden away.

Eliza looked at herself in the mirror again.

There, she fumed. Do I look easy now?

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