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♫ Unholy - Sam Smith. (Orchestra Version)
• Nadia's POV •
I can hear the muffled voices of guests arriving through the walls as I finish attaching my headdress in a tiny mirror just to the side of my mattress bed.
A curtain of delicate beads and jewels fall over my beaten features, transparently covering my face and the stitches on my head.
I look down over myself, a black satin bra and underwear set decorate my body, exposing way more than I would ideally like to, covered in a mixture of beautifully cut Emerald gemstones. I always pair it with a gold coined skirt that now hangs from my hips, covering me up as much as I can.
Standing, I take a step back.
I can't help but roll my eyes.
This isn't me and it was never a life I imagined for myself.
I've lived through a lot of shit, but this by-far exceeds it all.
I've been here for so long now I feel like it's all I know. I've become so numb to it.
There is only a very limited amount of information that I have about the outside world since being brought here. All I can rely on is the occasional news broadcast that I manage to catch snippets of if I'm ever in a room with a tv, or from the books I've stolen from Stefano.
I want to know more. I need to know what it's really like out there and most importantly, I need to know more about what happened to my family. Where did I come from?
I've been running from capture for as long as I can remember, but I must have belonged somewhere, at some point?
All of the other girls have already made their way out into the club to start working, walking around and make small talk to entertain the arriving guests.
This is the only time I have in my long days that I can be completely alone with my thoughts. I like these ten minutes of silence and cherish every second before an inevitable knock on the door steals my attention.
Stefano leans against the doorway, one heel tucked behind the other as his eyes look me up and down.
"Sir!" I spin and greet him, standing with my hands clasped behind my back, not having expecting his presence.
I usually go out onto the floor on my own.
"You really are beautiful.." his eyes roam my body, lingering for a little too long.
