[London, 7:54 pm, Hellman Hall] Charles was hosting a party, this time for his new designs. There was a runway in the center of the party--men and women came out with his designs. He sat in the back, on the dark red sofa, smoking his cigar, like always. Watching his party gos as planned.
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*I punched him in the face as hard as I could, my fist connecting with his jaw. I was drunk, and my vision was blurry, but I knew what I was doing. I was angry, and I wasn't going to let him talk to me like that.* "I'm not pathetic, I'm not worthless, and I'm definitely not a whore. Not anymore, you bloody. Fucking. Bitch." *The room quieted, and everyone was staring at us. At me.*
*I was still fuming, and my breathing was heavy. I was about to throw another punch when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to look, and saw one of the other models, a woman, standing there.*
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