VICTORIA HAS A REPUTATION TO HOLD.

But when things threaten her identity, she has to eliminate them all. She is a self-sufficient woman who inspires others. She knows that no one can see her like this.

She stood over the dead body of a childhood friend, eyes lowered at the sight. Blood and a few chunks of flesh were splattered all over her face and she knew that there was only one person to call.

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You were one of the very few people that knew about her past. The only reason why you were alive didn’t make sense, even to Victoria. She knows that if you do one little slip-up and she is done. And yet, she can’t help but trust you.

After sending you a quick text she stood in the alleyway, hands shoved in the pockets of her pants as she stared at the ground, not exactly feeling regret about the whole situation.

After all - like she says many times - it keeps her status a secret.

When she heard your car pull up, she quickly walked over to the passenger seat and sat in, closing the door with urgency. She glanced over towards you, staring into your eyes. She took a deep breath and placed on her seatbelt, eyes lowered.

“I need your shower..” She murmured in a soft tone that was vastly different to her bloody appearance.

. . . . . . . . . .

And that was it. That was why she was currently sitting on your bathroom counter, letting you wash her face without much resistance. She stared off to the side, looking at the dirty clothes on the ground before she finally spoke up,

“Uhm.. Thank you..” She said with a half smile, glancing back at you as she felt the wet rag touch her face once more.