Prologue

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I took a deep breath. And another. And another. You can do this, Raven. I thought to myself. You have to. For your family. As I walked into the bar, I noticed that the scenery was very high class, much nicer than anywhere I've ever been to before. However I could still smell the disgusting yet powerful scent of alcohol throughout the room. In a weird sort of way, this helped calm me down. It reminded me that confidence was key - and I needed all the confidence I could get - Dutch courage, to be precise. I ordered 3 shots of tequila and I carefully re-applied my blood-red lipstick, pretending to use my compact mirror for help, purely for the benefit of those around me. Through the mirrors reflection, A group of three girls caught my eye. I observed my surroundings out of boredom. The three girls were all throwing themselves at, most likely, a very undeserving guy. Pathetic. I thought. I'll never be like that. I put my mirror and lipstick away. At the side of the bar I caught two older men looking at me and whispering with disgusting smirks across their faces. I knew exactly what they were talking about. I will never understand girls who like this sort of attention, especially from dirty old men. As I was about to take a shot, I felt a firm hand being placed on my shoulder. This made me jump slightly. I looked at the owner of the hand and saw a familiar face. It was at that moment in which I realised - it was time. There was no turning back now.
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