Trixy's pov:
The shards of glass were on the floor.
Some were in my knuckle and in my wrist.
I glanced at myself in the part of the mirror that wasn't broken and saw my eyeliner smudged and that my dark red hair was frizzy on the top and separating at the bottom. My cheeks were stained with tears.
Blood on my hands made it hard for me to open the jar of pills. My lips had cuts on them and I just needed to take some pills to erase the memories.
I thought I was okay with this lifestyle.
I thought.
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No Shame
RandomStripping isn't a hobby, it's a life style. This is a raunchy story that doesn't really have a plot but has a lot of smut. First book in the Stripping Series.
