Doll House – Puta Girl (pt 3) – Party Girls
The red digits of the digital clock burned a harsh, accusatory 7:12 into the darkness of the room, the numbers glowing like embers in the shadows. Maria’s eyes snapped open, the remnants of a heavy, dreamless nap dissolving instantly into a sharp, stinging pang of adrenaline. She had overslept. The silence of the apartment, usually a comforting blanket, now felt heavy with the ticking seconds she had lost, each one a missed opportunity to prepare herself mentally. She threw back the duvet, the cool air of the bedroom hitting her warm skin and raising gooseflesh along her arms, and swung her legs out of bed. Her feet touched the hardwood floor, and she moved with a practiced, predatory grace toward the ensuite bathroom, her mind already racing through the checklist of the evening, calculating the …