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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❀
"What do you think, nature black or bitter black?" Cata questioned, raising up two identical jumpsuits in front of me to pick.
It was two thirty in the afternoon and we were in my bedroom.
I was trying to figure out how a phone worked while Cata kept asking me to judge her jumpsuits.
"They're the same thing!" I sighed for the millionth time, gesturing at the fourth set of black jumpsuits she'd made me access.
"No, they're not. Bitter black is at least two shades darker than nature black." She corrected.
"Wear it then," I said, reading through the phone's manual for information.
I'd never had a phone before. The last phone I'd touched was my father's when I'd used to sneak around in his house and order food with money I'd stolen from him to feed me and Rowan.
He would've been passed out on the couch from drinking or out drinking. It seemed like all he did was drink, yell, and beat.
"No, bitter black is dark, but I need the darkest one to blend in better." She started and dropped both the jumpsuits, digging around her pile for another.
It baffled me that she had so many shades of black 𝗮𝗻𝗱 knew each shade by name.
I went through the manual once again and groaned. God, I felt so old. In my early twenties and didn't know how to use a phone. Dinosaurs milking giraffes was a more believable phenomenon than that.
Ugh, how I wished Rowan was here. He was always clever when it came to technology. Self taught, in fact. I couldn't count the amount of days I'd had to pry him away from Dubois's private phone whenever we were in the brothel. If he was caught she would have beaten him till his tendons seeped out of his body in loose threads.
But he'd always find his way into her bedroom when she was busy with a customer or asleep. Then he would type something into her phone that would make it dysfunctional for days. It once worked for a week, and she was infuriated, but was none the wiser.
We would secretly laugh about his mischiefs in the late nights. During those times when she flayed his skin with bruises and marks, that was his little form of payback to her.
My actions turned slow with thoughts of Rowan. I stared down at my phone with solemn eyes.
I missed him. My other half.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Cata asked, noticing my expression.
She dropped a new black jumpsuit she was holding and placed her hand on my shoulder.
