My Ashes In His Sewer
Language: en
It was the third year since I’d been blacklisted when I ran into my ex-fiancé, Marcus. I was working as a stunt double on a dusty soundstage outside Atlanta. He arrived in a whirlwind of attention, the CEO of his own media empire, here to visit his supposed girlfriend. A prince among the masses, surrounded by sycophants. Me? I was just the girl in the rough muslin costume, covered in grime. The scene called for his girlfriend, Avery, to slap me. In pursuit of "authenticity," she’d taken the director's encouragement and slapped me more than twenty times. My face was numb. The director…