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When they told me to take a shower, I thought that I’d be taking it on my own. They have other plans.
A dozen cult members are helping me bathe. Apparently, I don’t know how to. That is further from the truth cause when I had a place to live in, I’d wash my hair first. Then I’d wash my face, my back, then my butt, torso, legs, feet, everything! I washed every part of my body.
One cult member is untangling my hair while one is violently scrubbing my skin. The whole time, I’m clenching my jaw.
Fuck I need a fairy blunt.
All the others are pouring essential oils onto my skin.
“You have beautiful hair.” One of the cult members’ comments.
“Thanks.”
“It’s too unruly. We should straighten it.” The one untangling it pipes in. “It’s hard to brush.”
I furrow my eyebrows. “Then get the fuck out bitch. My hair is awesome.” My hair’s not even that curly. It’s a mix of curl patterns, some loose, some tight, but I love it. In fact, the tighter the curl, the better.
“I’ll untangle it!” The one who complimented my hair offers.
“Please. Thank you.” I tell her.
They switch places.
She gently untangles my hair. “See, that’s how you untangle hair. Start from the bottom then work your way up dumb bitch.”
She glares at me.
I shrug.
I didn’t ask them to help me shower. They insisted and wouldn’t take no for an answer.
“How’s everything going in here?” Madrygal asked.
“Could be better.” The bitch grumbles.
“Then get the fuck out,” I tell her.
“No! If we let you bathe yourself, you won’t do it right.”
I bite down on my cheek. “I know how to bathe myself. I know how to detangle my hair, other people’s hair, curly hair! You have to be fucking gentle!”
“Ordia, out now.” Madrygal orders her.
“But-”
“Out.”
Ordia scoffs and glares at me before leaving through the golden doorframe.
Madrygal comes to my side. “How’s it going Amethyst?” She asked the person detangling my hair.
“Great! She has such beautiful hair.”
She chuckles. “Very well.” She turns to the others. “How about you?”
“Good. Great, but we should paint her nails.”
“I can do that myself-”
“No.” She cuts me off. I raise my eyebrows. What? “Leave it to us. We will get you ready. It is the Heroes’ ball. After all, you have to go like them.” She looks me up and down, then at the clothes on the floor. “Clearly, you don’t have their taste. You need to be classy.”
“Classy?” I ask. She nods. I put my hands on the tub to get up and fight her. “I’ll show you fucking classy-”
Madrygal grabs my wrist and pulls me down. “Ciera!” She scolds her.
“What? It’s true. She is not classy.”
“And heroes are?” I scoff. “They got no fucking class. If anything, I got more class than any of those psychos combined!”
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The Gun For Hire's Bounty
Mystery / ThrillerTempest has no human bone in her body. She is devoid of all emotions, making her 'job' as a guns-for-hire easy- at least, that's what the heroes call it. She doesn't see it as a job but as a lifestyle. After all, that is all she's ever been surround...
