Chapter 10 You Won't Survive It

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• "You made it with forty seconds to spare..." I hear Fernanda's voice, making me turn in her direction, watching as she stands with a woman close to her, holding onto a tablet.
• "Good, we have a tight schedule." He says before she makes her way over to me. "Begin." She orders, and before I can even respond, hands descend on me. I am tugged away to the vanity table, where I would take a seat, just as the women now begin to work on my hair and makeup. It all happens at once, too quickly for me to even process what's happening to me. My robe is whisked away, clothes I didn't consent to are placed on my skin: brushes, sprays and powders whip through the air so quickly, I feel like I am standing at the centre of a storm.