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❝𝐀 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. ❞
Renata Vartanov had been through hell. Sold to a brothel and thrusted into prostitution at thirteen along with her then toddler...
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❀𝓡𝓮𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓪❀
I followed along quietly, readjusting the blouse (again). What a pain.
We passed a large door where a tall man stood guard, his expression was stone, and he bowed his head when Cata passed.
I saw his eyes flicker with curiosity at me before his chin dipped down, staring directly at the exposed cleavage revealed from the loose blouse.
I felt my legs tremble from the unwanted attention. He stared at me like every other man did. An expression I knew all too well. 𝙇𝙪𝙨𝙩.
My mind flashed with memories that replayed at his stare.
𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒈𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆.
𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓.
"I suggest you keep your eyes to yourself, Marco, if you want to keep them at all," Cata threatened with an icy glare, bringing me back to the present.
The guard immediately diverted his attention to his shoes, avoiding Cata's eyes.
He cleared his throat and said, "of course, ma'am. I apologise."
Cata held my arm, enabling me to walk with her. "I'm sorry about that. Sometimes new recruits are mannerless swines."
"It's okay. And thank you." I said softly.
She nodded and opened a door, to reveal a huge eventful room.
It was dim, illuminated by neon blue lights. It had a pool table, a bowling lane at the side, and an arcade filled with any type of game a person could think of. Plus beautiful black and blue cushions. This place was every game addict's dream.
Cata led me to the pool table first. "Do you know how to play?" She questioned.
"No."
A smile danced across her lips. "I'll teach you."
She got the pool stick from its holder and refixxed the balls.
Then she placed her thumb, index, and middle fingers on it, holding it steadily as she leaned back.
"Like this," she said, taking aim with precision.
She jutted the stick forward and I watched as the balls clashed with each other, until most of them fell into the holes at the sides.
𝑊𝑜𝑎ℎ.
She pointed the stick in my direction and met my eyes. "Your turn," she smiled.
"Oh, no no no. I can't—I don't—I'm going to miss—"
"No excuses. You'll never know if you don't try."
I nodded and hesitantly took the stick from her. I mimicked her finger placement and aimed steadily.
