𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒐𝒓𝒚 | 𝑲.𝑩

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Lucille Dubois sat on her bed, staring blankly at the wall before her.

Though, thee bed she sat upon felt less like her bed, and more like a work desk. Her room, less cozy and homey like a person's was meant to, and more like an emotionless, unfeeling office cubical.

The room reeked of expensive perfume knock offs, the walls draped in fancy silks and covered in glitter. Fluffy carpeting, golden trim, and a large, plush four poster bed directly in the center. The room's decorations boasting the Frazen style, comically large lightbulbs to prove that this was in fact, the room of the Frazen Elektrician girl.

She hated it.

At the age of seven, she was carted away by the owner of this place, the beautiful red-haired woman promising castles and fairytale endings. The castle this woman who whisked her away owned, was SectorElite. The only thing the building had in common with a castle was its size, other than that, it was far from any castle Lucille had ever seen or read about in her youth.

It took her longer than she was proud to admit to see the lies. Angelique let her believe it was a castle, she treated Lucille like a daughter and friend for months. It was a dream. Candies, rich foods, fancy dresses, a new large room.cBut that was all a farse, a ploy to make Lucille want to stay. Once Angelique had the girl hooked, she let up real quick.

When it was obvious that her newest trophy wouldn't leave, and knew for certain the young girl couldn't leave even if she wanted to, Angelique Van Cappelle stopped spending the extra money and officially put the young blonde on the market.

Lucille Dubios started working at the SectorElite a little over a year after arriving in Ketterdam. Just as her free time disappeared when she began her new job, so did her belief in Princess, Princes, castles, magic and all that was good in the world.

Her days and nights became quickly filled with clients coming to the small bedroom she once believed to be paradise. 

It turned from a dream to a nightmare after that.

She watched the clock as it slowly ticked forward, hoping no new clients would stumble upon her door as the seconds passed by. Unlike most of the pleasure houses in Ketterdam, the SectorElite did close, and she had less than a minute till that time would come. 

It was only for a few hours, but it closed its doors nonetheless. These few hours were all that she found herself looking forward to now.

From 3 to 7am, the girls of the Sector were aloud to do whatever they wished without a care. It was rare for customers to enter so early in the day, but it was better to be available just in case. But during the time of closing no one, not even Angelique Van Capelle, could disturb them.

Lucille usually used this time as an excuse to lock her door, to pretend she was asleep. Then, she would slip out of the small window above the slim side table, and escape to the place she felt most at home.

Slowly, she watched the thin line moved across the clock face, urging it to go faster. She jumped from the mattress instantly, crossing the room to her door on light footsteps, flipping the latch when once the clock read 3.

Lucille crossed the room once more, ripping the coat she had draped over the vanity, buttoning it up to her neck before finally slipping out the window.

She smiled as she made her way down the roads, she tried to regain her normal composure and personality, abandoning the one she used for her work. If she put up walls, then what occurred in those hours didn't hurt as much. She could pretend it wasn't her, that it was someone else completely.