𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂 BOOK 2: HOLY TRINITY SERIES. When I move into the world it feels like a moral fall, like seeking love in a whorehouse. ❝You'll be the ruin of me, won't you?❞ ❝Yes, does that scare you?❞
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"I demand conditional love and complete freedom. That is why I am terrible."
- Tomaz Salamun
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You came to the conclusion that the saddest creation of God is the human eye. It's perplexing how the pupil lets so much of the world pass through it, yet it contains nothing. Forever vacant and desiring, perhaps that's why humans possess inherent selfishness. We incessantly crave despite uncertainty about what lies ahead, unsure of our destination.
In the environment you were raised, staying still was not an option. Inactivity meant being useless, work was tied to sustenance, and without sustenance, survival itself was at stake. Resting your body now would feel like falling apart. This relentless way of life has been your only familiarity, your sole method of moving forward.
Roppongi stands as Tokyo's most bustling entertainment hub, with its flashing lights and clubs captivating tourists like moths to a flame. Amidst the mesmerizing neon glow, there's a deliberate blinking, a rejection of the harsh realities that underlie the place you call home. This district runs with a thirst of money like clockwork.
Rich and poor alike it doesn't matter, as long as you have money, people around here can be blinded to it easily.
It was the only place that merged the rich and the poor, where the unfortunate served the higher ups with goods and services, legal or illegal, tangible or intangible services.
If you're in this district it's either you receive or you offer services. Unfortunately, you were in the latter.
In the Dollhouse Manor, we offered our time, our bodies and our souls in exchange for money. People who run the Dollhouse manor don't see you as anything but goods.
But what more use of a good, when you're a damaged one.
Your fingers brushed ghostly at the scars that marred your back, keeping it hidden. The whole reason why you worked here as a cocktail waitress, a lesser pay compared to other girls who worked around the manor.
