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The bile in my throat refused to go down, my skin crawled, my head seconds away from spinning.
"Will you sit fucking still?" One of the women dressing me yanked hard on my leg.
I stilled.
I could have sworn that I felt and heard a pop in my hip from the force.
She must have heard it because she smirked.
The dark-haired woman slid the heels on my pantyhose-clad feet. From the pop I heard, I knew walking would be more of a nightmare. I held my tongue still, afraid to speak in a stutter that would only make the two women more impatient than they already were.
"Arms up," the blonde one commanded, not waiting for my compliance before roughly pulling the iridescent dress over my head. The fabric cascaded down my body like liquid starlight, beautiful and cold against my skin. I caught my reflection in the mirror across the roomâthe dress shifted from silver to deep blue to hints of green as I moved, ethereal and haunting.
