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American Horror Story's

Elsa Mars


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Trigger Warning!

Written by: Dana

Since: Dec 29, 2014

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Dandy gave her a rather passive aggressive smile
in return to her words and a nod.
                   ❝ Sure, I’ll show you around.
                      After living in such a filthy tent for years,
                      I’m sure you will consider this place as quite pleasing.❞
Dandy stood up and waited for her to do the same.
Dandy was doing all this for himself, this marriage.
With his money, he helped Elsa being able to trave
l around for her movies and commercials, being able
to afford all she needed for her fame and in return,
she made Dandy a song and dance man.
Not only on her own tv show but also in the movies.
It was a fair deal but to make this deal perfect,
they had to marry, because the world loved seeing them
together on the screen.
                  In their eyes, they were the perfect couple.
                   But behind closed doors, all this was a lie.

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So, the woman eventually stood up and slid her dainty hands down her dress to remove every little thing that would even look like an ugly wrinkle in her clothing. She lifted her head to gaze at her husband and took a few steps away from the table the maid had filled with the most lavish dishes she could get.
              ❝ Tonight, we’ll have that interview together,
                     don’t forget about it. It’s one of the important
                                         ones.❞
There was nothing that she hated more than acting like the oh-so-happy wife of this – sick man. No, he was not even a man, but a foolish, yet childish boy. It was the first day they spent together and already, Elsa felt like she had made a terrible mistake. But whenever this thought appeared in her head, she would think about all its positive sides and the opportunities she got, thanks to him and his grand amount of money. She swore to herself that she would leave this place whenever she got the chance to do so. Where would she go? She did not even know. But she would find it out; each place was better than this one.

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