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Dove the Smilla

tell me how beautiful broken is...|

The world was unjust when it gave her sunken ebony eyes with the mystic of an abyss, and posed questions that had no answers. Her long limbs stretched on, covered by translucent skin that glowed in the dark. Freckles coated her nose, and a light blush danced on her cheeks at all times. Maggie was born to be a dancer. Everyone thought she was too beautiful to be true. Her mother rejoiced in the fact her eldest daughter was stunning, and failed to pay any attention to her other children. Maggie was the star of the show called life, and she didn't mind it one bit. Everyone treated her like a princess, except for the girls who glared daggers at her, poisoned with envy. As she grew older, dancing become an escape from the thunderstorm that was her mother. At age sixteen, a dance company offered her a contract for the near six years, and the promise of another contract after this one ends if she wished it. Maggie was overjoyed, everything was going according to the plan. She became the prima ballerina in small shows at first, but as her beautiful was advertised, soon she was the star of the show. At eighteen, she toured the world, and danced for people whose names she could not pronounce. However Tony knew the ballerina was going to fly away into another dance company, he wasn't going to let that happen. When she turned nineteen, all hell broke loose. She was taken out of the prima ballerina spot, and was forced to dance backup. Odette no longer, she was another swan in the lake-not the queen but a servent. Maggie begged him to reconsider, screamed for him to change his mind but Tony knew better. He was manipulative, and charming in every way possible. Maggie became a notch on his headboard. He kept her there to his convenience but left her dancing in the studio alone. He was set to break her spirit, and create an obedient monster that would only dance for his company. Maggie was vulnerable though, she thought he was in love with her and only did what he had done to keep her. He loved her in his own twisted way, and in return she developed a sick sense of love for him. He would push her around, insult her, and bring her to her knees. But she doesn't know any better than to return to his side. Even kept as a backup dancer, she could not break free of his reign. He was her constant gravity, and for the love of God, she couldn't break loose. She was the fool, and he the devil.