(Little disclaimer: English is not my native language, but I try my best, I promise x.)
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''Take off your dress.''
'' ...what?!''
''You won't get a second chance, Y/N.''
''Please...'' you beg as a powerful wave of terrible memories arises in your mind, making you feel sick.
(Take off all of your clothes)
''Part of your cooperation includes a physical examination,'' Mr. Langdon says and you nod in response immediately, too scared to go against him on this.
He stands behind you and unzips the back of your gray dress, slowly. You just close your eyes wishing the earth would swallow you. The dress falls to the floor leaving you just in your underwear.
There are scratches and deep scars all over your back. Mr. Langdon runs his fingers through your injured skin.
''Who?'' he asks, hoarsely.
''My stepfather.''
He hesitates for a few seconds before speaking again.
''And... did he get what his deserved?''
''I set him on fire with the same alcohol he spilled out in his sleep,'' you spit with pure hatred in your voice.
''Good'', he says behind you.
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''... Have I passed the test, Mr. Langdon? C-can I put my dress back on?''
He stands in front of you with a creepy smirk drawns in his face.
''You've been a survivor all your life, why would it be different now?''
''Thank you.''
