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"I am The Fatal Woman, but I don't feel it, I feel weak and broken, unable to fight that fight for all I am is a shadow of the woman I should be."
Lorna looked at herself in the mirror and looked at the sea green eyes that stared back at her, those eyes that gained so much unwanted attention.
Lorna sighed heavily and looked down at her brown contact lenses that hid the gorgeous green eyes, and gently put them on, her eyes now brown.
She now looked generic, the same if not for her physical beauty in general, the strong jawline and cheek bones.
Lorna looked down desperately, she didn't want to look like this, she wanted to be normal, she didn't want to be smart, she didn't want to be addicted to this lifestyle, but if she didn't she would go insane.
Lorna couldn't give herself up to the police, they'd take away her daughter, and she'd never see her again.
Lorna felt herself tear up as she stood there looking at herself in the mirror, she was trapped in this living hell, trapped in this insanity of her manipulative mind.
Then she saw you in the mirror and raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"
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