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TW: Suicidal ideation, violence, blood, gore, abuse, mentions of rape, mental illness, drug use, other adult theme

Broken. Damaged. Irreparable. Trash. All of these words have been used to describe Anastasha since the incident. Eyes look at her with only pity or distaste, like somehow it had been her own fault that she had been assaulted, used and then cast aside. Anastasha found herself full of bitter rage and the need for revenge as she stared over the busy city below. Every human down there were tiny and insignificant like an ant. She held up a very well-manicured hand, her blood orange nails reflecting the lights from the building across the street as she pretends to crush them all like the tiny ants they appear to be. Horns honk, a train somewhere nearby rattles along its tracks and indecipherable words are yelled from those below. The wind whips up another gust of air causing her dark ebony hair to thrash about madly, her body rocking and eyes stinging from the unrelenting force. She moved her hand to protect her eyes as she waited for the outburst of nature to subside and once it did, Anastasha held out one foot over the buildings edge. She was currently ten stories up on top of her apartment building and imagining what the fall would feel like.

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Anon8025: lulz dm me for a good time 
Gumdrop224: Oh my god! She's going to jump! 
sxckcxck69: Dude, suicide is so lame 
Anon0246: Fuck this is so sick. Why the hell am I watching this? 
LuckyL0ser42: Bruh, it’s just a cry for attention... 
loltrolldoll: She won't do it. This is her third livestream like this this week lol.  
sxckcxck69: She should just do it. Come on! Don't be a pussy! 
Anon1264: **want to make them pay? Click here. ___xxx.getreven8e.xx___ 
loltrolldoll: Twenty bucks says she does it! 
Anon0415: Bet, fifty says she doesn’t. Lulz.

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Anastasha looked down at her cracked iPhone screen and laughed, the tears stinging her cheeks as they slowly fell. Her Lifebook page was full of the same type of responses that she had dealt with for too long. This day and age no one really cared, as long as it was entertaining for the masses people would watch or comment, fund... What did she have left to live for in this world? Her eyes filled with tears again, blurring her vision before she wiped them from her wind chilled cheeks. Did she want to make them pay? Yes, every single person who had taken advantage of her, abused and used her...they were all the scum of the earth and Anastasha wanted them to feel worse than she had felt her entire life. Would ending her life truly make them pay though? Would stepping off of the ledge to which she stood create the chaos she wanted? Her mother, to whom used Anastasha’s internet stardom to fund her luxurious lifestyle. Her father, who abandoned her for a completely new family, leaving her with her negligent mother. Her manager and rapist, for taking a vulnerable girl and abusing the power he had over and over again until he no longer had a use for her. Her ex, who posted their sex tape for everyone to see just to make a buck. Her therapist for brushing off everything and telling her it wasn’t that bad. And every single person who had sent her death threats, unsolicited dick pics and propositions that truly made her feel disgusting.

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It was in this moment as she stared at the loading screen that a particularly strong gust of wind knocked her over the edge, her hand which held her camera lost grip of the camera as they both began to fall over the ledge to which she had been standing. As she fell Anastasha fell, wind whipped her hair wildly across her face preventing her from witnessing her own demise. Whether she had intended to die today or not the girl known as Anastasha Price, once famous for her make-up trends and dance and marketing videos was reaching the end of her life. Screams could be heard as she fell, and as the cement grew ever near Anastasha closed her eyes. She would embrace it now that it was inevitable, at least this way she would not have to suffer any longer... Yet, as Anastasha's body made contact with the cement pavement of South and Main her phone's screen lit up once more before falling beside her in the pool of blood that wrapped around her head like a halo of crimson, screen facing the dark night sky...

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What is true revenge? Bright green eyes fluttered open beneath thick brown eyelashes. She sat up, eyes looking around at her unfamiliar surroundings. Was this the afterlife? Bare legs slid to the side of the bed as she freed herself from the confines of the soft cotton sheets. Ivory skinned feet touched the hard wood floor and she couldn't help but wonder if perhaps she had dreamed her death. Maybe it had all just been a dream and she had finally woken up... Yet as she made it to the mirror in the corner of the room it was not the face of Anastasha Price that was looking back at her. Brown eyes had been replaced with green, her straight black hair was now a rich brown with waves, thin lips replaced with thicker, fuller ones. Who was this stranger who's body she had claimed? She moved her thin fingers to feel the unfamiliar face. She pinched her cheeks hoping the pain would jar her awake but nothing happened except a stinging sensation. "Who am I?" Even the voice was different, while Anastsha's voice had been high and toneless this new voice was rich and smoky and screamed seduction. Everything about the person that stared back at her said vixen. Her hands traveled down the rest of herself to compare and what she found she liked. Once small and perky breasts were now voluptuous and her once thin body now held curves in all the right places. As her hand moved to her rear her phone chimed somewhere in the room and she released her curves to go and grab it. As she slid to unlock the screen a pop up appeared...

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"Lose my-" she had barely managed to utter anything before she was interrupted by the door to her bedroom being opened. "Tempest! If you don't hurry up I'm going to leave you!" Another unfamiliar face appeared at the door as his lean form leaned against the door frame. "Dad said I had to take you to work today and I swear if you make me late to my date I'm never going to forgive you." Blue eyes stared into her green ones and for a moment she wondered who exactly this person was to her. "Me?" Her eyebrows rose as she pointed at herself. "Yes you, Tempest Merel. Who else would I be talking to, the queen of England?" He scoffed and crossed his arms. "You have five minutes to get dressed before I'm leaving." "Leave your sister alone! Your date isn't for a full hour Micah!" A deep voice boomed from another room. "I'm not doing anything Ma! Jeez." He pointed at her and then held up five fingers before backing out of the room, the door shutting behind him. If Anastasha took over the life of this Tempest Merel then where had the original Tempest gone? Had she died? Traded her soul for something else and failed? How did this even work? Her phone made an alert sound again and she looked down at it. This time it was just a text message from a number she didn't recognize confirming an appointment at six in the evening. If she was thrust into this new life she would need to live it, and she couldn't help but feel excited. Sure she apparently had a deadline but did it matter? She had her list now she just needed to figure out how to go about getting it. Another ding and the same number stated to be their promptly. She sent a quick okay, unsure of what that was all about but it would be answered eventually.

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. In a blur she was delivered to what appeared to be her job which was inside a very familiar building. It was the agency she had worked for before and she found herself feeling sick as she went inside the revolving doors and made her way to the reception desk. "Tempest, you're late. They already started the photoshoot. Hurry. Heard the male model is a bit..." The blonde at the desk prattled on. "Anyway, Pierre is not happy. So, do whatever he says got it? Make that male model realize waiting was worth it! You got this!" Tempest, she would need to get used to calling herself that. With a nod of her head she headed in the direction the blonde had indicated. She was swiftly changed into a very red dress that clung to her body and left skin exposed. "Can you see this?" She asked the make-up artist as she held up her wrist, the numbers slowly ticking down in a faint blue color. "See what? Oh god, you're not a cutter are you?" The artist looked at her exposed arm and shook her head. "Oh good, no nothings there. Look sweetie. If you're going to be a model you need to realize you do not mark that body. It is owned, and not by you but the agency." .

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I know that. I lived that. She shivered as her stomach churned like a storm. Clearly no one else could see the countdown which was a relief, it meant she wouldn't have to be explained. As the artist finished putting on Tempest's lipstick she was then rushed into the photography studio where Pierre could be heard, "Donnez-moi sexy, faites pâlir les filles" Give me sexy, make the girls swoon. His words made her feel sick, would she have to be a model? Would she truly have to be thrust back into this toxic world. But how else to get her revenge on her ex agent who had abused her? Steeling herself she took a breath and sauntered into the room and held her head high as she spotted possibly the most attractive guy she had ever seen. He was currently shirtless posing as the camera flashed repeatedly. "Tempest! Bien, dépêchez-vous. Get in there with him. I do not have all day."

Weeks. He had spent weeks waking up from a dead sweat after that haunting, maddening bang struck through the starry-night sky and life as he knew it was completely whisked away from him. Night after night it was all the same dream, lights, red, screeching tires. There was never a time that Pierce had felt so full of rage, desperate to make the people who wronged him pay for everything they had done. That text he received when he woke up in a stranger's bed, in a stranger's body, with a stranger's memories was perhaps one of the best things that had ever happened to him. Revenge. He was offered the chance to wreak it on those who wronged him. Weeks, he had spent trying to formulate a plan on how to use this new life with no connections to the group who had done this to him. Thrust into a life of fame and a body that ladies swooned over. Perhaps this new life would be exactly what he had been waiting for, he was determined to use it fully. That morning, as he lurched up from his mattress and stared wildly into the abyss of the cold bedroom, he was reminded once again that this was his chance. He reached over and slapped the "stop" on his alarm, groaning while he did it. Even as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and padded lazily into the living room, his mind warped over every idea that he had been contemplating. He slipped on some joggers and a thin white tank, emerging from his apartment and ascending in the elevator to the gym at the top of the building. His workout consisted of rigorous cardio and a form of martial arts. Pierce was full of fury, and his only release was the bag hung from the metal rafters. His morning ended with a cold shower and a rather disgusting protein shake that his manager forced him to drink, and before he knew it he was on his way to his next job. < "Pierce! Great to see you, my guy. The photographer is getting antsy. It seems they can't get ahold of the lady, so I'd suggest making a connection with him to untwist his...

panties," a man with dark, faded hair stepped up to him the moment he waltzed through the front doors. "Yeah, yeah. Nothing I can't handle, Nick. You know this." "Hey, don't get it wrong, I know you can handle your own. Just a bit of friendly advice." Pierce couldn't help but roll his eyes as he stalked over to the elevator, waiting for his incessant manager to step in with him and click the button to the correct floor. "Time to shine," he announced with his rather irritatingly high voice. Once they had finally made it to the set, the photographer was rambling on in another language and storming around like someone had pissed in his cheerios. "Ah! Pierce! C'est l'heure! Maintenant maintenant! Sois prêt! Get ready!" His words were a demand, and no one was willing to ignore them, as they rushed to Pierce's side to bring him to wardrobe and makeup. Pierce sat there, stoic as always, as he watched them ready him for the shoot. Make them swoon, was all he ever needed to know how to pose. It was like riding a bicycle, like the memories of the man whose life he had taken over were simply there. Ripe for the taking. Rushed back out to the set, dressed scantily, he would begin to appease to his role. With hooded eyes and flexed abdomen, Pierce would ignore the gawking eyes of the ladies in the room as he counted down the minutes to the end of this parade of cosmetics, but his attention was snapped towards the woman walking in who Pierre was yelping at. There was rumor to people seeing angels walking among humans. Perhaps she was just very gorgeous and Pierce was caught off guard, but he wasn't entire opposed to spending the rest of his time with her. "Well? Let us make our consumers swoon, Tempest," Pierce said as he leaned back and opened his arms for the woman, the numbers on the inside of his wrist ticking down. 137 days 2 hours 46 minutes.

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@Nymphy❧

If his looks hadn't been the proverbial nail in her hearts coffin his voice had done her in right then and there. A blush crept across her cheeks. You can make me swoon. She thought as she joined him in front of the backdrop. There was a single piece of furniture on the set, an old Victorian velvet fainting couch in a rich gold color that seemed to compliment the deep red of the dress she wore. As her eyes moved from the couch to the model before her. His arms were outstretched and she wasn't quite sure what he was expecting of her. Sure she'd done model gigs before as Anastasia but she was Tempest now, a new and rising model. Tempest wouldn't have tow wait long before the photographer rose the camera. "Où est la ficelle rouge?" Pierre snapped his fingers quickly in frustration as one of his employees ran onto the set with a thick red ribbon the same color as her dress. Raising an eyebrow she watched as the guy tied one end of the ribbon onto her wrist in which held the countdown timer. The set hand then moved and tied the other end to Pierce's wrist. Had she been paying attention Tempest would have noticed his own countdown, though she had not been, instead her eyes had turned as Pierre shouted. "Bien! Now! You two donne-moi a look of yearning, while looking in opposite directions." She had heard of the red string of fate, it was a common myth in certain cultures and when she had been Anastasia she had even been in a movie that centered around that very premise... it was almost laughable to her as she did as instructed, the irony of this whole situation did not escape her. "Non. Non. Non, Tempest, my dear. Hold your hand behind you as if you're fleeing, and with ze other hold it over your heart." The urge to roll her eyes were strong though she did as commanded and Pierre snapped multiple photographs. "Très bien! Now, turn towards each other and give me looks as if you're being tempted by fate." Tempest kept with the flow almost effortlessly throug

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h each pose transition, it wasn't until Pierre had her lay on the couch did things shift her world in a way she had not expected. As she lay there looking up at Pierce as Pierre positioned her her eyes landed on his wrist as Pierre repositioned the ribbon and placed Pierce's hand on her cheek. She sucked in a breath, her eyes going wide. Her heart beat wildly in that moment as the photographer and aide quickly scurried off the stage. What had this meant, was he like her? Had he had a different like just as she had and been given a second chance? So many questions swarmed through her mind as she held the pose she had been positioned in. Her cleavage was pretty much on display for all to see, her leg propped so that the slit in the dress exposed even more of her leg and almost threatening to show her panties. Tempest searched his face for a clue, had he seen her own counter? Would he possibly know more than she about what all of this meant? One thing was for sure, after this gig she needed to talk to him. They were put in a few more risqué poses, the final being her hands on his bare chest, one leg held by him as if he were leaning her back for a kiss like so many cliched romance scenes. She had to admit that being held by him like this did make feeling stir, but she'd been scorned before, hurt in ways that most people couldn't imagine. Tempest scolded herself as Pierre took the last few shots before he finally called the gig finished for the day.

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@Pheonix

Pierce hadn't expected his partner to be so crafted by the gods. Her dark chestnut hair, doe eyes, and perfectly proportionate curves were just enough to make the man want to stare at her the entire time they spent posing for the camera. He'd be a liar if he said that he hadn't momentarily forgotten about the crowd of people that were tasked at making them look like the most desirable couple. The camera had disappeared, and if it weren't for Pierre's constant yelling that he would most likely describe as coaching, he would've tried to spark up conversation with Tempest. That was all fine, and he was lost in the moment of her, watching as her body moved in the most fluid of ways. He would do the best he could himself, placing his hands in the most appropriate places, imagining that Tempest was his lover and he was showing her just how much he desired her. That was what they wanted, and it wasn't too difficult for his mind to drift off into that fantasy with specifically this model. Her skin was soft, he noticed it the moment he had to place his palm against the side of her cheek. Her cheeks were rosy, perhaps from makeup or there was the small chance that she was just as flustered as he was by their close proximity. Pierce may have forgotten about his life, the rage that constantly flooded his veins, but that was before his eyes lowered to the wrist of his partner as the red ribbon slipped over her velvet skin. His heart seemed to immediately drop, and even the slightest movement of his brow could be seen as he gazed at her. She, too, had the countdown. His chance to seek revenge was given to him, along with a deadline, and Piece wondered if it was revenge Tempest sought, too. He had to force himself to mask his confusion, and the wave of anger that raced through his core once more, at least until the photoshoot was over. <

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A large hand landed softly on Tempest's thigh, holding it up against his hip as his other hand leaned her back. The distance between them became shorter, until the two were breathing the very same air. The camera clicked just a few more times before the shoot was over, but Pierce's mind was combing over all of his own thoughts and he nearly forgot to let her go. For moments, he seemed to just stare into her sultry eyes, peering into her soul and fishing for the answers he knew he would only get from her words. Eventually, the lights in the studio flicked on and Pierce was snapped back to reality, forcing himself to let go of Tempest's leg and take a step back. "Pierce. Since we haven't officially met," he said, offering his still bound hand towards her for her to take. He had so many questions, but how would he begin to ask them?

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@Nymphy❧

She needed to calm her beating heart, though she couldn't quite tell if it was from the fact that they shared a similar fate, or the fact that she was attracted to him even before she had realized. "Tempest." She took the offered hand with her own, her eyes falling to his wrist with the ticking countdown. How did one ask about it without sounding nuts, or better yet, how did one approach the topic in a way that wasn't crossing some sort of boundary. As her hand tightened in his she watched as his much larger hand engulfed hers while they shook hands. Did she offer to take him out for coffee? No, what if he had plans after this and needed to leave. She bit her lip as she looked up into his eyes. Everyone else around them went about their business, either clearing the set or looking over the photos of the day. "I was wondering-" "Tempest! Viens ici s'il te plait." Pierre's voice called out from his place in front of the computer screens that had the photos loaded. Cursing in her mind she shook her head. "Sorry, if you'll excuse me." Tempest let her hand slip from Pierce's and she couldn't help but feel disappointment as she turned and walked over to where she had been summoned. "I need a few shoots of just you in the dress; you can do this, oui?" She nodded her head to the question. "Yes. Just tell me how you want me to pose..." .

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As Pierre led her back in front of the backdrop and began to show her how he had wanted her to pose she couldn't help but look back in Pierce's direction. "This is good. Stay like this un moment." Pierre moved back to where his camera sat and picked it up and began snapping photos. "Very good, yes. Like that, keep that look on your face. Exactement! Brilliant!" A few more snaps and he lowered the camera. It was then that Tempest saw a face she recognized, though she herself had never seen before. It was strange, sharing the memories of the person who's life she had taken over yet here she was, knowing that her manager had arrived only from memories that were not her own. "Tempest! Sorry I'm late. Pierre, don't over do it, she's a rookie." The older woman warned, her face stern as she ran up on the set with a bottle of water. "You can see she's exhausted, did you get what you need?" Pierre glanced down at his camera a moment. "Oui, Cindy. She may go." Tempest physically relaxed as she accepted the offered water bottle and took a drink. She whispered to Cindy a moment who nodded. "Alright, go change. I'll get it done but no promises." As Tempest left she took one last look at Pierce, Cindy herself made her way over to him and his manager. "Hello, I'm Tempest's manager Cindy Finch." She pulled out a business card from her purse and a pen before quickly jotting something down. "If it isn't too much trouble, Tempest wanted me to pass on her number if you'll accept it?" She held out the business card for whichever man to take. "I know it's a little forward of her, but she's green in the business you see..." It would be a minute or two but Tempest would re-emerge from the changing room back in her normal clothes. Her cheeks flushed as she made her way over to where Cindy stood. "I'm not that green Cindy." She lightly laughed with a smile. "Just...recently successful, no?" She asked stopping at her manager's side. Large green doe eyes looked at Pierce. It was as sh

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e glanced up at him that she had finally come to a resolution, no harm in shooting her shot. "Would you like to grab a coffee sometime?"

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@Pheonix

As Pierce and Tempest gazed at each other, it seemed that the world would just fade away. There was something unspoken between the two, a pull that dare to tug them closer. As if their souls were reaching out to embrace one another, Pierce found it hard to look away from the female model. They shared a fate, a purpose, a second chance. What had happened to her, and why was she here? There were many questions he desperately needed answers to, and as she spoke he was convinced that she wanted them too. Sadly, they were unfairly interrupted by the incessant photographer. He frowned to himself, as he released her hand and looked down at the counting numbers on his wrist. As he waited, standing there silently, he watched Tempest pose for Pierre. She was an elegant creature, long brown hair flowed gently around her slim shoulders and pouty, kissable lips parted as she breathed cautiously. He was only distracted when his manager appeared from practically nowhere and placed a hand on his shoulder. “You’ve got a luncheon with the girls from Deluna in a couple of hours. We should get you changed and-“ but he was cut off by Tempest’s manager coming over and interrupting confidently. Pierce and his manager turned towards her, both men seemingly caught off guard by her sudden and quickly formed words. However, Pierce didn’t even let his manager respond to the woman before he would reach out and take the card for himself. “Thanks,” he blurted out, only to be pleasantly surprised with the sight of the lovely brunette appearing beside her once again. “I’d love to,” was all he could say, though his normally tempting and carefree tone remained. It was one of the many things that drew such a sex-factor to his work. Women loved it, and Pierce knew it. “I’ll give you a call,” he said, placing a friendly hand onto his manager’s shoulder and leading him away back towards the hall where they would retreat into the elevator and make their way back to the lobby. >

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All the while, thinking about the mysterious girl and her ticking clock. @Nymphy❧

She was hopeful as she watched Pierce turn and head for the elevator as Cindy began rambling about her schedule for the rest of the day, though Tempest paid no attention. Her mind was already full of questions that she might ask Pierce if truly given the chance. "And finally, you have dinner plans at Carte Blanche with a prospective offer." The name of the restaurant caught Tempest's attention and she turned raising an eyebrow. "Surely you must be joking Cin..." The last time she'd been in that restaurant she had entered it as Anastasia, and it hadn't been a pretty sight. The memories flashing before her eyes as her hand moved to her head. Her face paled and Cindy reached out to take her by the arm. "Temp-" She held up her hand to silence her manager. "I'm okay..." Tempest slid her hand over her face before letting out a long breath of air. "Let's just go to the next appointment. The sooner we get on with the day the better." Cindy simply nodded as she dropped her own hand from Tempest's arm, worry clearly evident on her face. Both women began to make their way to the elevator in relative silence, Cindy pressed the button for the lobby and as they waited she eyed Tempest. "So...Pierce is your type, huh?" The older woman gave her a knowing smirk. "Not that I can blame you. If I was ten years younger and had a figure like yours-" Tempest sighed, her eyes going to her wrist with the ticking countdown. "Cindy." Her manager straightened and arched a brow. "Tempest." "Cindy." Tempest shot her a look that said it all. "Tempest...are we playing a game now?" The older woman chuckled but shut her mouth into a tight line for a moment. "Alright, I get it. I'll shush now. Just know I'm rooting for you!" She held up two thumbs, one of her hands holding the book which held Tempest's schedule awkwardly before she ultimately put her hands down at her sides. .

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It wasn't that Tempest didn't find him attractive, in fact she had practically salivated when his hand had been placed on her thigh. Just recollecting it she wondered why she had felt so drawn to him. Had it been because both of them had been given a second chance and out of desperation to be successful they knew they could use each other? Or was there some other game at play that she wasn't aware of? Once upon a time she had sworn of men, the amount of heartache and damage that had been done to her as Anastasia was still fresh in her mind, yet Pierce had managed to pierce through her walls with just a simple promise to give her a call. Already her heart's pace quickened at the prospect. Did he hold answers to the questions she had? Did his lips taste as delectable as they had looked as he had smiled at her? Questions like that...were dangerous and definitely should not have been on the forefront of her mind. As the elevator doors opened to the lobby Cindy lead her out towards the company's car. "Sorry about this morning. Juggling you and Farah has me spread pretty thin... I've already asked the higher ups for some help but you know how the business is with newcomers..." Tempest nodded her head in acknowledgement. "I understand, it's fine. Micah brought me though I was a little late..." She admitted as Cindy shut the door before quickly running to the drivers side. Once she was in as well she nodded. "I'll try again, I know your brother isn't always reliable. Alright on to the next shoot, this one is the commercial for the make-up brand Lancome..." .

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It would be several hours later that Tempest would be granted her reprieve, exactly an hour before she had to meet the mysterious dinner at Carte Blanche. "Do we at least know the name of who I am supposed to be meeting?" She directed her question at Cindy as she rested her head in the reclined seat, an eye mask currently preventing her from seeing. "Let me check..." Some tapping noises later and Cindy responded. "A Mister... Alastor. Huh, weird name." Tempest made a noise of agreement. "Well, whatever it is I hope he doesn't plan on keeping me out all night. I'm exhausted." @Pheonix

Pierce's mind seemed to slip away as his eyes focused on the closing elevator doors in front of him. He didn't even notice as his manager leaned forward and pressed the button to the lobby. He wobbled slightly as the machine whirled to life and began its decent. Only then, did he turn his eyes back to the man who stood beside him. "It's been a while since I've seen you so distracted, Pierce. Are you thinking of that fine little model you were with?" Nick inquired with a raised eyebrow, his pink lips curling up to form a devilish smirk. "I don't blame you, she's quite the hot piece." "Get over yourself, Nick," Pierce grumbled back. He wasn't fond about talking of women in this tone, as many men did while they were alone together. He hadn't even been with a woman ever since being in this new body. How could he? It was odd enough he was piloting someone else's life, but to get into bed for them too? It just felt wrong. Lost in his thoughts, Pierce hadn't even realized that Nick had backed off and decided to just start going over the rest of the schedule for the day. He was instead brought back to the present time when the elevator door let out that vexing ding. He pursed his lips and cleared his throat, trying to hide the fact that he had not listened to a word that Nick had said the whole way down. They both walked out of the building, flagging down a taxi on the busy streets and climbing into the backseat. Sometimes, it felt like Pierce was losing time. On trips like this, he would look down at his clock as he climbed out of the vehicle and realize that it was ticking down faster than he thought. Most of an average person's life was wasted sleeping, traveling, eating... long and meaningless mundane things that everyone did. 38% of our lives we spend sleeping, 10% trying to fall asleep, 6.6% eating, 20% at work, and nearly 5% on social media. It was safe to say that when Pierce had been given a second chance, he intended not to waste it doing such meaningless>

tasks. Eventually the taxi rolled to a stop, and the two men clamored out of the vehicle as they had done many times before. The day went on as it always did, but Pierce had a reason for allowing these theatrics to occur. His revenge was formulating, he was an innocent model, listening mindlessly to the conversations carried out by those around him. "She never saw it coming," one of them had said. Harriot Newman, the man that had begun his trail up to the one and only man that had his attention. Pierce vowed to learn everything he could about the inner circle of the models, managers, and intricate ongoings of the toxic industry. He was a fly on the wall, blending into their surroundings while learning every little detail about them. The day ended quickly, and Pierce found himself telling Nick to leave him alone for the night, which the man did reluctantly. For someone who had a time clock, he sure liked to enjoy a drink here and there. Perhaps it was to drown his sorrows, to forget why he was on the prowl for revenge. That bar, merely three blocks away from his house, was his escape from reality. The bottom of the whiskey bottle was his best friend. He sat quietly at the bar, stirring his ice with the brown liquid that swirled around the edges of the glass. His mind faded away, his ears focusing in on the TV screen above the bartender's head. "Tomorrow will be a lovely day for outside activities with a predicted temperature of 78 degrees and a high of 83. Cloudy with little to no chance of precipitation...." the sound of the news-anchors voice soothed him, simply because it was constant. Calm. Gentle. Unlike his constantly chaotic surroundings.

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@Nymphy❧

"It's about time you go and change into the dress for dinner." Cindy commented as she glanced down at her watch. "I brought you three options this time... would you like vibrant, classy, or pure?" She walked over to the rack in the dressing room they currently resided in back at the company's office. "Upper management said whichever dress you pick you can keep as a bonus if you land the gig." Cindy beamed as she unzipped the two garment bags. The first revealed a very red dress that had a slit that screamed sex and Tempest imagined that it went practically all the way to her hip and she scrunched her face up in distaste. "What do they want me to do, offer him my body?" Honestly she wouldn't be surprised. It'd happened several times in her previous life...there was no way she could ever forget. "Next." The word came out harsher than she had meant and she bit her cheek. "Alright, not a fan I see...Contestant number two." She unzipped the second bag to reveal an off white cocktail dress that had tight bodice that looked like it'd be hard to even breathe in though the bottom half of the dress seemed to flow all the way to the floor. Tempest shook her head, while it was pretty it looked extremely uncomfortable and if she was expected to eat then that was a definite no. "Please tell me number three is better than this?" She wasn't hopeful but it wasn't like she had any other options. Cindy unveiled the last dress and Tempest's eyes lit but. "Yes! That one, that is the one." Actually excited now she got up from the couch and rushed over, taking the dress and its hanger over to the screen to change behind. "Can you go ahead and get the car ready? I'll be down in twenty or so." She called out as she stripped out of her clothes. .

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"Make it ten, be careful not to ruin the make-up or hair." Cindy reminded her before Tempest heard the door shut with an audible click. Sighing Tempest carefully removed the dress from it's hanger and slipped into it. Thankfully it wasn't hard to put on herself otherwise she'd have felt like an idiot for having sent Cindy away. But the truth was she had wanted a few minutes to herself, it'd been a long day and she wanted a moment to just breathe. Pulling on the one sleeve of the dress Tempest stepped out from behind the screen to get a look at herself with one of the many mirrors that lined the walls of the changing room. She sucked in a breath and turned around, her head turning to get a look at herself from the back. "Damn...this is..." Shaking her head she walked over to where the clothes rack was and grabbed the heels that had been provided to accessorize the dress. They fit perfectly and after one last look she headed down to the car. Cindy was on the phone as Tempest slid into the backseat, from the sound of it she was talking to her husband. Not wanting to be rude Tempest pulled out her headphones from her purse and slipped them into her ears. She scrolled through her phone until she pulled up her favorite playlist. Three songs later they arrived at the restaurant and Cindy smiled at Tempest. “You’ll be fine, this is a Michelin starred restaurant, there are cameras and I called for an uber to pick you up in an hour. If for any reason you get uncomfortable you know to send me an SOS and I’ll get it taken care of, ok?” Tempest nodded and straightened out her dress. “I’m sorry I can’t stay with you, Billy is sick and Ted can’t get off work.” Tempest shook her head. “It’s okay Cindy, really. It’s not like this is my first rodeo. I know what I’m doing.” A reassuring smile passed between the two before Cindy drove off. .

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Inside the restaurant Tempest gave her name to the maitre d and was led back to a table by the windowed wall, the night cityscape momentarily grasping her attention until she met eyes with a very well dressed gentleman who looked about ten years her senior. His hair was slick and his suit screamed money. He rose, his hand holding his tie in place and he offered a devilishly handsome smile.

Alastor glanced down at his watch for the third time since he had arrived at the restaurant. He wondered if the girl would stand him up, though he had approached through the company in which she worked as a guise. He wanted to see this new soul up close and see just how easy it would be to manipulate. Sure she had accepted the contract by a fluke but it was still binding, and from the look into her previous life Alastor already knew she was motivated…but that didn’t mean he couldn’t throw obstacles in her way to make it just that much harder to accomplish her chance at revenge. After all he was a demon, and demons loved to sew chaos and discord. Who cares if he broke the laws of the underworld from time to time, he was having fun. What he hadn’t expected was the confidence in which she carried as she entered the restaurant. The dress she’d worn was breathtaking and clung to her mortal shell in all the right ways and still managed to be tasteful. “Ms. Tempest Merel.” He beamed her his million dollar smile and held out his hand. As she took it he shook it firmly, his eyes momentarily glancing at her wrist. A smirk and he released her. “Now…let us get started on this meeting, yes?” This would be more fun than he could have imagined. Two contractees in the same vicinity? The chances were rare… Now, how could he use this to his advantage? That devilish grin remained on his face until the end of their rather normal meeting. It was boring, but it would soon be much much more fun…

By the time the dinner meeting had concluded Tempest was beyond drained from having to deal with those in the business in which she loathed. She needed a release, something to help her forget that she was once again in a life where people would use and try to abuse her. It wasn't as if the dinner meeting had been bad, in fact it had been pleasant but there had been this underlying feeling that Alastor Black had been hiding his true intentions. She bid him one more polite bow as they left the restaurant before climbing into the back of the uber Cindy had paid for. "Ninth and Elm please." Tempest was thankful that the uber driver was one of the quiet ones who just had music on for ambient background noise and before she knew it she was in front of a bar and she tipped the driver, sliding out of the seat and heading inside. It was true she was over dressed for the type of place it was but she didn't care. Sliding onto a bar stool Tempest flagged down the bartender. "A Manhattan please." A sigh escaped her as she sat her purse down in front of her, her right hand moving to run through her long flowing locks. She tapped on the bar with her fingers as she awaited her drink, she hadn't had to wait long before the glass slid in front of her and she offered the guy a tip as well as a very disheartened attempt at a smile. "Thanks." Tempest took a drink from the glass and closed her eyes, the slight burn of the drink sliding down her throat and offering a moment of bliss. @Pheonix

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Mainly, the world around him would fade away when he found himself in the company of Jack, Jim, Jameson, Bulleit... but tonight there was a specific presence that moved at his left that would call his attention out of his desolate, dissociative trance. When there was movement in the corner of his vision, Pierce lifted his head so that he could see who it was that had appeared beside him. A slow glance tracing from her legs, up her side, and landing eventually on the profile of her face revealed that it was the model he had worked with, and flirted with, earlier that day. A smile curved the line of his lips, and he leaned his right arm on the top of the bar. Picking up his cup and lifting it to take one swig for confidence left him ready to speak to her. "Well, it seems that we skipped a few steps and we have just jumped right to the bar. Quite the coincidence that we meet here. You look absolutely gorgeous," Pierce trained his gaze on the side of the familiar face, and for once he didn't feel like he needed to retreat into his own little world at this poor excuse of a bar. An inexplicable need to be around this woman was beginning to grow, and even he couldn't understand what had ignited this flame. He wasn't complaining about it, though. "Let me buy your drinks tonight, Tempest?" He offered, but he didn't attempt to go any further than just that. He was a man of dignity, and he truly believed that if he were to get with a girl that they would want it with every bone in their body. It was hot that way, to have them just as excited about it as he was. Maybe that was why he hadn't been with a woman for a while, especially when he had found it odd to do such things in another man's body. (edited)

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Her mind was so wrapped up in her thoughts on the dinner she had just had Tempest hadn't even realized who she had sat next to. Alastor Black hadn't done anything or even said anything that justified the feeling in her gut that she'd had, but there wasn't anything more she could do other than worry herself sick and she definitely didn't want that. She traced the rim of her drink with her finger before she removed the cherries from it, lifting the glass to her lips and taking a sip. The voice to her right had caught her by surprise and she turned on the stool, her eyebrows rising while a languid smile spread across her plump lips. Was this fate, or something else at play? She couldn't help but wonder on the matter as he shot her a compliment on her looks. A rosy hue spread across her cheeks at his compliment and she slightly tipped her head, taking him in just as he probably had done her. "I'd say I'm a little overdressed... but I won't deny I feel great in this dress." Another sip of her Manhattan and she offered him a wink. "You're not looking half bad yourself." "If I didn't know any better I'd think you had some ulterior motive..." She turned back on the stool, her legs uncrossing only to recross in the other direction as she sipped her drink. "Would it also be an ulterior motive if I were to accept your offer?" She swirled her drink with the cherries on the little metal toothpick before lifting it to her lips and biting one of the two off, rolling it around on her tongue before ultimately eating it. "Regardless, I could use two...or four. It's been a long day." Her arm rotated just enough for her to stare at the ticking timer on her wrist. The faint blue numbers ticking ever so slowly. Tempest knew that it wouldn't always feel like that... she had so much she needed to accomplish before the timer ran out... "How was the rest of yours, Pierce?" @Pheonix

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