"You're not going anywhere princess. You belong to me, Charlotte. YOU. ARE. MINE. You hear me? MINE. Do you understand?"
In a world where beauty, power, and money is everything, one girl knows she is nothing. Sold to the obsessed Miss Grand Thailand...
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In a dimly lit room, Charlotte stands in front of a full-length mirror, her reflection staring back at her. She's clad in a sleek, black outfit, the fabric clinging to her form, accentuating her lean muscles and graceful curves. Her face is focused, her eyes sharp, her mind completely absorbed in the mission ahead.
Charlotte adjusts a strap on her gear, making sure every buckle and zip is in place. Her heart is beating fast, anticipation and adrenaline coursing through her veins.
She fastens a holster around her thigh, the cold steel of the gun pressed against her leg.
Charlotte's fingers dance over the equipment. Her mind is focused, her body taut and ready.
Davika, in a similar black fit, steps into the room, her expression just as concentrated and determined. She eyes Charlotte's prep, a ghost of a smile on her face.
"Looking good, Char," she comments, her voice low and focused. "You ready for this?"
Charlotte gives a brisk nod, her eyes not leaving the mirror. "As ready as I'll ever be," she responds, her voice betraying a hint of steel. "What about you? All geared up and ready to go?"
Davika's gaze drifts over Charlotte's body, the tight fabric of the outfit hugging every curve. She licks her lips unconsciously, her eyes lingering on the expanse of smooth skin.
"You know, I always did like seeing you in black," Davika says, a hint of playfulness in her voice. "It... suits you."
Davika steps closer to Charlotte, the space between them now almost non-existent. Her eyes gleam with a wicked spark, her lips curling into a sly smile.
"You know..." she purrs, her voice laced with a sultry undertone. "We've got some time before the mission. Might as well... relieve some tension."
"Exactly, we're about to go into a dangerous situation, we can't afford to be distracted," Charlotte steps back, her expression cool and dismissive.
"So, not now, Davika," she says, her voice firm. "I... We need to focus."
Davika grins, undeterred by Charlotte's rejection. She steps forward, closing the gap again.
"Come on, Char," she coaxes, her eyes glittering with mischief. "It'll be quick. And besides, I'm sure you're just as..."
She pauses, her gaze raking over Charlotte's form again. "As pent up as I am."
Charlotte simply shakes her head, pushing past Davika and heading towards the door.
"Sorry, no can do," she says briskly, her voice firm but lacking any hint of regret. "We have a mission to complete. No distractions."
