Fics like You Missed Me at the Start

There is a click as she opens her purse. I watch curiously as she rummages inside. She pulls out something and offers it to me, but it isn't money. "Here." A tampon. I take it. I need it. My fingernails are too blunt for the plastic; I tear it with my teeth and then shimmy my jeans off my hips. "R-right here?" she stammers, looking around. "Men piss in the street every day," I tell her gruffly. *** Roksana doesn't remember her own name but that doesn't matter: the meat market is always the same. The demons like to play. She's been caught and resold six times now. This time, her own past has caught up with her, and it won't let go. It has a hand around a bidding paddle right now. Who is this demon who insists she knows here, and what did she do in life to earn herself this lot here in Hell? Memories only come in pieces. It makes her sick to look into those blood-red eyes. Why did it end up like this?

Fics like You Missed Me at the Start

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