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Chapter 15

A small note that thirteen years ago, we lost hundreds of lives due to the tragedy of 9/11. Let their families be in all of our prayers. (Even if it was yesterday)

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∞ Chapter 15 ∞

The men and women crowd inside the house, a woman with silver dyed hair grabbing my wrist and pulling me up the stairs. The crowd -along with myself and the woman -walk inside my bedroom.

"Ugh, this room is... appropriate," one of the men says. He is the only one who is the odd one out. Blonde hair covers his head, pink shorts and a white tank top covering his body. Glittery pink shoes are on his feet.

"Oh hush up, the room looks lovely," the woman with silver hair says, nudging the man's forearm. He pouts, rubbing the skin.

"So let's fix... that," another man says, scrunching his nose up at the sight of me. Gold glitter takes up most of his face, his clothes consisting all black. The gold color makes his dark skin tone pop out.

"All right, darling. Just sit right here and we will get started on you," the silver haired woman says.

"Lie down on the bed please," a blonde woman says, gesturing to my bed.

I keep my mouth shut, obliging. Goosebumps trickle my skin as I feel the man with blonde hair grabbing the hem of my shirt. I hold his wrists to a halt.

"What the hell are you doing?" I ask, a bewildering expression on my face. Everyone chuckles while the man giggles.

"Oh how rude of me, I am Leeroy," he says, extending his hand out. "I'm quite quick now with this process, like five, six, seven, eight."

I narrow my eyes down at him. "I don't give a shit about who you are, just what are you doing?"

"Well, since you are from the Salute Institution, we have to wax your body of all of the hairs," a brunette says. She has a blue shirt with a tight black skirt and 'heels'.

"Wax?" I ask as Leeroy immediately pulls my pants down.

I let out a squeak, pulling my shirt down to cover my undergarments. Leeroy giggles again.

"Oh love, I'm not interested in your... lady parts," Leeroy says, his high-pitched voice. going even higher.

Realization settles into me. "So you're..."

"Homosexual, yes," Leeroy concludes with another giggle. "I mean, who goes for chicks when you can go for dicks?"

The silver haired woman rolls her eyes. "Ignore him. Patricia, get the wax strips."

A redhead comes out with a white box, pulling out large, white strips from inside. What are they and what is a 'wax'?

Leeroy, the silver haired woman and the brunette apply the strips to my legs. It feels sticky but nothing else. Suddenly they pull the strips off with force. I let out a grunt, holding in my shrieks.

"Usually, the girls cry like a little bitch, but I guess not you," Leeroy says with a wide smile. Is it possible for someone to smile that wide?

"I'm used to pain," I say with a blank expression. The brunette clears her throat.

"Okay, now for your arms!" the silver haired woman says. I groan loudly.

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"Stunning," the brunette says with a smile. "You look absolutely stunning." Her gaze stays on my body a bit too long, her hazel eyes moving up and down.