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jaycetanner‌:

Jayce chuckled, not bothering to hide the obvious once over he gave the other. She was hot, the kind of girl he might’ve fucked without a second thought. He might have even flirted with her had he not felt so fucking agitated. He was ready to be out of this wretched place already. “Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart,” he said, before giving a scoff. “Cut the welcome wagon shit, I’m not gonna be here long.” 

✎   Margot rolled her eyes. “Oh, trust me, neither am I. I’m pretty sure I’m only here because of my work. But I plan on finding a way out. One of the other... dolls,” she shuddered at the use of the word, “ she uh informed me that she had almost gotten out. With too many people in my opinion and although I’m sure that area is heavily guarded, there’s got to be another place that has some sort of escape.” She smirked, eyes meeting his for a brief second. “You were famous like what? Ten years ago? Are you even relevant anymore? Trust me, I’m serious when I say I’d never want your autograph.”

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predaciious‌:

“Silver for the best dolls, blue for those in training…” Roman lists off the colors of the bands effortlessly, giving him plenty of focus to objectify Mouth by her features as he sits. “…tan for the fresh, red for the trouble makers, and then there’s you, a whiteband.” He leans forward on his desk and taps the side of his neck. “You’re a virgin, I assume? At some point since your … arrival, a doctor would’ve given you a check up to confirm.” He tries to keep is verbal ques in line with a person who’d struggle to discuss the nature of Goldenridge so openly.

✎   She nodded. “Yeah, I... That would be correct.” She took a deep breath, chewing on her bottom lip as she tilted her head. God, Margot had so many other questions but they all seemed to have faded. She was still trying to make sense of what she did know. “So what? Someone other than myself gets to decide when I’m no longer a virgin? Seems kind of unfair. Besides, I’m only nineteen and my career is just taking off. Or was. Being in any type of relationship isn’t exactly on my to do list for the next couple years. I want to make a name for myself first.”

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jaycetanner‌:

Jayce felt every inch the trapped cat, prowling around, irritated and ready to scratch the eyes out of anyone who prodded him. So far this place had been a joke. Part of Jayce accepted he was likely in denial – honestly, who expects to be sold into fucking slavery? – but the bigger part of him wasn’t worried. He wasn’t like these other poor fucks trapped here. He was Someone. People knew his face, knew his name, his disappearance wasn’t going to go unnoticed. He gave this place a month, tops. 

So, when someone approached him, he shot them a cutting smile, one that blatantly said fuck off.

“Sorry, sweetheart, if you’re looking for an autograph, I’m fresh out of pens and fucks to give.” 

✎   Of course Margot knew who he was. Raising an eyebrow, Margot laughed. “Want your autograph? Are you serious right now?” She asked incredulously. “No offense, but I would never want your autograph.” Okay, so that was slightly a lie, but Margot didn’t do well with people acting like they were better than her just because of their profession. “Anyway, welcome here. Not that it’s much of a welcome.”

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“I don’t know the specifics, but for some reason, you were abducted and sold here. There’s no easy way to say it, but that collar on your neck means you’re the property of this neighborhood—-well, the property of Mrs. Strauss more like.” He walks around to his chair and gestures to the one on the other side of his desk. “My name is Roman. What’s yours?” He catches himself almost referring to her with the moniker he’d picked for her. Roman typically stays away from whitebands, with good reason too. He’s a bit out of practice from this particular game. 

✎   Sure, she had heard rumors - well other people had told her - but they also had collars and she wasn’t sure if she could truly trust them. Not that she could trust this guy either. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Roman. I’m Margot.” She stated as she sat down on the chair opposite him. “I’ve seen different colors. What do they all mean?”

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bristolkay‌:

At this, Bristol pauses. The subject of escape attempts is a sore spot for her, given the fact that she’d spent the last couple of months being punished for one. She swallows hard and does her best to keep her features impassive, however. “I wouldn’t say escape is impossible, but… it’s nearly impossible.” Especially since they upped security to ensure that something like that wouldn’t happen again. “Believe me, I… I tried. With about sixteen other people. We got close, but not close enough.”  

✎ Margot blinked, surprised at the news that someone else had tried. “No offense, but maybe sixteen other people was a little overboard? Trust me, I would love to get everyone out of here, especially now that I know it’s a... sex thing. But smaller amounts of people... and then having someone that knows the way come back?” Margot sighed. “Though now that someone else tried, they probably have that spot blocked off. How long ago did you try?”

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His face is crestfallen for a moment to appear sympathetic to her confusion, but it doesn’t last. It’s terribly hard for him to maintain when all he wants to do is laugh at the girl’s misfortune. He shakes his head abruptly to silently answer her question before stepping back to his office door. “Perhaps we should talk in here. I’d be happy to answer any of your questions as candidly as I can.” Roman opens the door, that same downcast expression returning. “Your courage is admirable, but I don’t think you’ve realized the situation you’ve found yourself in.”

✎  The prospect of finally getting answers had the girl grinning and following him into his office. She was definitely one of the ones that would believe the word gullible was written on the ceiling in this moment, but she was so excited about getting answers that she needed that she was acting blindly. “The situation I’ve found myself in? What exactly kind of situation is that?” Margot questioned as she tilted her head again.

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annavioletdollgoldenridge‌:

“ Sex slavery.” Anna whispered.  She looked around. “ Wait, you are underage?” Her English accent was poking through as it tended to do when she was surprised. She sighed as she looked at the younger woman. ‘What does white mean?’ She made a mental note to ask her trainer when they finally met. 

Originally posted by awkwardwhovianmagic

✎ “Oh.” She nodded at the others question. “Well, I mean, not underage, underage. Like I’m nineteen. So I’m under age for drinking. And if they do raise the age for smoking like they planned then I’m underage for that too. But I’m not yet, cause they haven’t.” Margot realized she was rambling a bit and promptly looked down, shrugging.

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bristolkay‌:

Bristol’s never had to break the news to anybody like this before and it’s even more soul-crushing than she could have imagined. Where’s Ben when she needs him? He’s better at this sort of thing than she is. “Mmm… they call us dolls, but all we really are are slaves. Anybody with enough money can pay to rent us for a short period of time. That’s called an engagement. After a certain number of those, they can even… buy us. For good.” Bristol’s known all of this for a long time, but it still feels unreal when she says it out loud. “Short of killing us, anything goes.” Permanent harm isn’t supposed to come to dolls, either, but her brand is a testament to the fact that they don’t always follow that rule.

✎ Margot wrapped her arms around herself self-consciously at the other females words. “Buy us? Like dogs from a pet store?” No, she wasn’t going to have a panic attack. Not here. Not in front of someone else. Whether it was someone she could trust or not, she wasn’t going to show that much vulnerability so soon. Mainly because she didn’t know who she could actually trust. “Well... the not being able to kill us part is good, right?” Though then again she wasn’t sure. She had read about plenty of sex traffic rings in newspapers and she knew quite a few of the people that had been interviewed wish they had been dead instead of dealing with all the trauma that came with this. “There’s got to be a way out of this, right?” Even if the other said no, Margot wasn’t losing hope yet. 

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predaciious‌:

Barely three words out of her pouty lips and Roman’s already mentally assigning the doll an aptly given personal name: Mouth. “Well, not everyone working here is as nice as me,” he warns. Roman’s eyes flick to her collar briefly. For someone in her position, she seemed awfully chatty. Alright Mouth, I’ll bite… “You’re new–” he observes out loud before glancing around as if to check his surroundings. “–so I imagine you can’t possibly understand how dangerous it would be for someone to answer that question honestly if their opinions don’t line up with the boss’…”

✎ Her hand went briefly up to her collar, dropping it rather quickly after just a quick touch. Almost as if it burned her. “I am.” Margot stated before tilting her head to the side. “I’m not afraid you or your boss. What could be worse than putting me here after some digging? Clearly there was something to hide. Something I was close to figuring out...” She trailed off before shaking her head. Chewing on her bottom lip, Margot stepped a little closer to him. “Do your opinions line up with the boss’?”

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bristolkay‌:

Lost in thought, Bristol doesn’t even notice the little blonde as she ambles by… until she speaks up, that is. Margot’s face is one that Bristol doesn’t recognize. She must be new. Hazel eyes zero in on the collar around her neck and the older doll suppresses a groan when she sees that it’s white. Not only is Margot new, but she’s a fucking virgin on top that. In a place like this, the connotations that come with that are unpleasant to say the least. “Goldenridge Acres.” Bristol answers quietly, her eyes alight with sympathy. “It looks like any old neighborhood, but it’s actually a… human trafficking front.”

  ✎  She nodded slightly at the others response before her mouth fell open, “I’m sorry. Did I hear you correctly?” She couldn’t have. There was no way something like this could happen to her. She was a journalist, damn it. Though now that she knew exactly what this place was, more ideas sprang to her mind on exactly what to write. Fuck, she needed pen and paper. There was no way she’d be able to keep all her information in her head for however long it took for her to bring this place down after getting out. Which, since she was here, it had to be because of that guy she was talking to about the money problem. “Like sex trafficking?”

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annavioletdollgoldenridge‌:

“ Anna Smith.” She smiled brightly as she took the offered hand and shook it. “ It’s nicer for us then other places like it. “ She shrugged as she took a deep breath. It was going to be weird talking to her peers. She could show them how to make it easier on themselves. 

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✎ “Other places like this?” Margot asked, shaking Anna’s hand back before letting it drop back down to her side. “I don’t even know what I’m doing here. I don’t even know where here is. One minute I was interviewing someone and then the next I’m waking up in some random place. And I’m too young to drink!”

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annavioletdollgoldenridge‌:

Anna was also disorineted and tired. The timezone change was complicating matters. She was walking around the gallery, trying to familiarize herself with the place. She turned when another doll spoke and her eyes flashed upwards.  “ As far as I know this place is called Goldenridge. “ She said softly. She shrugged as she moved to stand next to the woman. 

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✎  Margot nodded. “Goldenridge.” She repeated. “I don’t see what’s so golden about it.” But that was good. She had a name for a place and the moment she got out of here, she’d make sure to do her research on Goldenridge. Margot realized this girl could definitely be an asset in her research and she put on a smile, holding out her hand. “Margot Simmons.” She wanted to introduce herself as a journalist, but she wasn’t sure who she could actually trust around here yet.

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Though his irritation isn’t explicit, Roman does little to hide it. There’s a slight curl of his lip, a minuscule flare of his nostrils, and yet decorum demands that when he walks these halls he remains as refined as the suit he wears. “Technically, my sabbatical doesn’t end until tomorrow.” He’s only at to his office to pick up a few doll files so he can review them in his apartment. Being interrupted on his way out is less than ideal but Roman’s willing to accommodate, in his own way at least. He makes a point to check his watch, a display more than anything. “Be grateful that I’m so nice. I’ll help you out. Besides I doubt there’s anyone else around who can,” Roman says, some semblance of a grin flashing across his lips for a moment. “But try not to eat up too much of my time. I have much to catch up on,” he informs while impatiently drumming his fingers along the hefty folder of files in his hand.

✎ Margot scoffed. “Be grateful that someone’s nice? That’s a load of bullshit. No one should be grateful for someone having common courtesy. I promise you, I won’t take up too much of your time and honestly it would take even less time if I had a pen and paper but apparently that’s too much to ask around here. I was wondering what your actual opinions are on this place? I’m trying to get as much info as I can.”

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✎  Margot had woken up feeling disoriented. She had to have been dreaming, right? There was no way any of this was real. But the journalist knew it wasn’t a dream. She had seen enough horrors as a journalist - even though she never covered anything until she went and started searching for something more than local events and something as mundane as traffic signals. Who cared about traffic signals? And now? Well, now she was having second thoughts about her investigation. But she had always wanted to give people the truth and she could still find information on that damn Senator. She wasn’t giving up. “Hey! Hey, excuse me!” She huffed as the other started to walk right by her, blatantly ignoring her. “Can you please tell me where the hell I am?!”

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