Natasha
I am sitting tied up somewhere and Isabelle is interrogating me.
I can't say I anticipated this, but oh well.
She is so painfully clueless.
I have to use all my willpower not to roll my eyes.
She doesn't even know who I am.
" Dont strain your pretty head so much, sweetie. Just listen to my story and it will all become clear."
I know, the villains who stop to explain their life story usually die after that but I don't care.
Matt has been hiding me, and I am tired to live in the shadows.
I know how I will escape and what will I do. So, I will take my time and tell her.
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2 years ago
I blot and reapply my red lipstick. I pucker my lips as I survey my reflection.
I push down my shirt to make my cleavage more visible, and hike my skirt further
