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@ameswrites | jack&lexi
it was a fairly slow day at the bar. which wasn’t unusual, really, especially in a small town like this one. the usuals generally started to trickle in around 5:30 - after they’d gotten off work - and they were always happy to see her. the last thing she was expecting was for the front door to burst open. she jumped, looking up from her book with wide eyes at the young man standing in the doorway. “uh. hi. can i help you?”
"How could you do this to me?" (for angela)
Angela merely arched an eyebrow in response, not quite seeming to understand the question. “I thought I had already made it clear that I have a right to do as I wish to my property,” she said calmly. “And it’s not as though you’ve been treated poorly. You should be happy - it’s an honor to be chosen for one of my projects. I’ve made you beautiful.” The girl would see that soon enough, Angela was certain. And until she did, she would simply have to be kept restrained as she was. No sense in letting her latest masterpiece damage herself, after all.
