photo by Charlott C.
"Yes, I am Number 102..."
This was the answer of the man sitting alone in his meager dark house; scary. The only light illuminating his frantic scribbling upon the many shirts laying on the wooden floor was the nearly burnt down candle, running with hot, liquid wax. In front of his overbearing and tired eyes were a few exceptionally beautiful, rare, and young ladies. Silence.
It was hard keeping the courage to say nothing - he wouldn't answer. Absurdity. This bloody-minded freak would only reiterate "is pink like light blue?!" all whilst observing his girls... they would do as he pleased.
These ladies were like muses to the gods; dedicated to bringing new FASHION to those souls who just simply could not attain the desired touch for impeccable style. Inapprehensible
Shit...the whole Situation overburdens me... I ran away
It was hard keeping the courage to say nothing - he wouldn't answer. Absurdity. This bloody-minded freak would only reiterate "is pink like light blue?!" all whilst observing his girls... they would do as he pleased.
These ladies were like muses to the gods; dedicated to bringing new FASHION to those souls who just simply could not attain the desired touch for impeccable style. Inapprehensible
Shit...the whole Situation overburdens me... I ran away
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