Chapter 2: Building Tension
"Here, let me fix your hair, babe." Kira slid a tube of hairspray along Hanna's long brown locks, securing the va-va-voom effect her hair sported after hours at the salon. "Looking hot, as always."
Hanna repressed a sigh, not wanting to deal with Kira's usual bullshit. Kira wasn't a bitch, per se, but she had this habit of making superficial comments that grated on Hanna's nerves. "Thanks, Kira," she said, forcing a smile.
Truth be told, her hair had never looked better - tousled waves framing big blue eyes that sparkled like stars against her olive skin. But even with her expertly styled curls, she couldn't shake off the feeling that it wasn't enough to make herself seen for who she truly was.
It wasn't just Kira who underestimated her. The same went for Mathilda, Sarah, and the rest of their circle of friends. They exchanged knowing glances whenever Hanna was around, whispering and snickering among themselves like she wasn't present.
They assumed her existence revolved solely around her curvy figure and huge tits, branding her as a bimbo and a sex doll. Hanna had grown tired of the labels, but she refused to let them get to her.
She cornered Mathilda in the dimly lit room adorned with flickering fairy lights, emanating an ambient glow and casting a cosmic backdrop. "What do you think you're doing?" Hanna demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.
She tried her best not to reveal the frustration that bubbled within, but it was a losing battle. "I see right through you, Mathilda. Your snide comments about my appearance are hurtful, but they don't faze me anymore."
Mathilda's brow furrowed in confusion. "Hanna, I didn't mean it like that. I was just joking around," she said, taking a step back, unable to meet Hanna's accusing gaze.
Hanna sighed, "I know you were joking, Mathilda, and I appreciate that you're my friend.
But it's getting old, the constant remarks about my appearance, the way you all treat me like I'm just a pretty face with nothing to offer. It hurts."
But youre Body, you are perfect AS a human Sex doll , Hanna," Sarah interrupted, smirking slyly. "We all have our talents. Yours just happens to be looking good."
Hanna seethed, gritting her teeth to prevent the pain from showing. "Its not funny, Sarah. I have feelings, ambitions, dreams. I want to be taken seriously, not just as eye candy."
Sarah scoffed, shaking her head. "Of course you do. You just need someone to see the real you.