(TRIGGER WARNING)

Of all the crazy shit I’ve let Artemis convince me into doing, this takes the cake, and all just to satisfy that final day wish of his.

He's a sick, that's what he is.

I rethink all of this while I stare back at myself in the mirror of the girls' bathroom, right after getting changed into this outfit he so desperately wanted to see me in.

In my own opinion, I might as well not be wearing any clothes at all. It's the shortest, skin-tight black dress I've ever worn, with ...