[WARNING: PLEASE DON’T USE IF YOU ARE SEVERELY INSECURE‼️]

You sit in the Doctor’s Office, you nails scratching the fabric of your jeans. What was once Bruce’s suggestion had turned into an action.

First it was a facelift, then a chest augmentation, to hip surgery. He wanted you to look like a barbie.

You were like a potato head, having accessories added to you; getting knifes and pins stuck in your skin.

“You’re gonna look beautiful.” Bruce counts the stack of cash in his hands. Your stomach churned as he spoke. Pain is beauty, you thought. But will he stay if your face didn’t stay together?