Orange Lipstick

4

Warning(s): Violence

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"Hah, you know you can get shot in Mexico if you do that."

"Huh, too bad I don't got my gun."

You nibble on the strawberry pop tart trying your best to avoid eye contact with any of the scary-looking women playing cards.

Currently, you are situated on Amara's lap as she plays a round of Conquian with the other four women.

You scrunch up your nose at the foul stench in the bathroom, the odor doesn't get any better with Amara letting out puffs of smoke from her cigarette.

The female in question has her head on top of yours as she looks down at her cards in boredom.

She shows you her cards, "Which one should I pick? Hmm~?"
Observing her gameplay, you think of the best course of action

Not wanting to get a negative reaction out of her by choosing wrongly, you quickly choose a card that goes according to her game plan.

You don't disappoint when you pair all four queens together, automatically getting Amara a win.

This makes one of the women scowl, "ey! That's cheating! You can't have your girl helping you out!"

A dangerous glint passes through Amara's blue eyes, "got a problem, bitch?"

Before anything can escalate to a fight, the doors to the bathroom open and a feeble looking girl gets kicked inside.

Immediately the attention goes onto the new guest, and all malice is directed towards the purple-haired girl who struggles to get up from the floor. You can see that one of her legs is at a weird angle, and faintly you can hear whimpers of pain from the girl. You feel immense pity for the girl as she cowers away from all the other women in the room.

The woman who pushed her, the same burly woman who beat up the freckled face girl in the showers,  lowers her tall frame to fit into the door.

"Boss, I got the snitch."

"Good."

Everyone, besides Amara and you, immediately get up. All four have a pissed off expression on their faces.

"So yer the one who snitched on Momo?" A dark-skinned woman with dreadlocks hisses. "I'm gonna fuckin kill you."

No one makes an attempt to stop the woman as she strides over the fallen female and pulls her up by her short locks.

"For a pipsqueak, you got some fuckin' nerve to be snitching on one of us. Now you goin' pay the price."

As if she weighed nothing, the purple-haired girl is thrown onto the floor with so much force, that you can faintly hear a small 'crack'.

All the other women spring into action and attack the defenseless woman, not sparing her any mercy as they are relentless with hurting her.

You look away from the gruesome scene, no longer able to stomach your pop tart.

Amara on the other hand watches in sick pleasure at the sight of the women ganging up on the woman.

After about ten minutes, which felt like hours to you, the women stop and you're too afraid to see what's become of the beaten girl.

Two of the women hold her by the arms, while she struggles to lift up her head.

Amara stands up with you in her arms and makes her way in front of the girl looking down at her with blank eyes.

"Do bullshit like that again, and next time I won't be so forgiving." She says puffing out smoke directly at the girl's face.

The girl pathetically coughs out and weakly nods her head.

As if that wasn't enough, the blonde ferociously kicks the girl in the gut, making the purple-haired girl cough up blood. You cover your mouth from shock, 'the poor thing.'

"Use yer words, trash."

The girl sputters, "I-i won't snitch again, I swear!"

Amara walks off not before saying, "get that whore out of my sight."

You wince as the girl is flung at the other side of the bathroom. The sound of her body coming in contact with a trash can makes you cringe at the pain the girl must be experiencing.

As the other women trail out from the bathroom, you look behind them and make eye contact with purple eyes.

You give her a look full of sympathy as she disappears from your sight.

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