It's Nothing Personal

not all things are sacred. audrey valentine. british. seventeen. drug dealer. berdan south. face claim: ruta gedmintas.

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The last night was a blur-- after she had been rudely shoved into a mosh pit by the handsome leather cladded devil, she had stormed out of The Void, intent on reaching her home in the heart of Berdan South. A line of Cupid’s Dust later, she woke up rather abruptly the next morning. “Fucking Christ.”, she said quietly, searching among toppled pillows to find her cellphone. Upon grabbing it, she let out a sharp gasp: this was no normal customer. “Fuck me.” Her mind raced to find some sort of excuse as to why she had taken so long to answer back.

Today 11:54 AM

“sorry for the wait... deal gone wrong. you still interested?”

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