Live (Nola Zombie book 3)
“Senior had a mirror in his office and I glanced at myself self-consciously. I didn’t even recognize the woman that peered back at me. My eyes were huge, almost like I was in a perpetual state of shock, and there were dark circles underneath my eyes. The bruising on my face from that first night had faded to a nasty yellow. My long dark hair, which was my one vanity, was now limp and greasy since I hadn’t been able to bathe in anything more than that stupid tub in the back room. I had even begun to fade out, my usually dark, tan skin, inherited from my Mother’s South American roots, was now ashy from lack of sunlight and vitamins. “I knew you was a vain one,” the old wretch said as he pushed himself into the room and I stepped back from the mirror. He began to undress, his old skin hanging from his skinny frame. At first I had thought he was an attractive older man, his salt and pepper hair making him look distinguished. But now I saw him for the disgusting addict he was. Luckily fo...r me, his dick still laid limp and small against his leg.MoreLess
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