The sound of sobbing, heavy breathing, and tearing paper filled the room. Antoine, unstable and hysterical, was on his knees next to an easel he had broken and he was hatefully mutilating his canvas with a box cutter. Realizing that someone had entered, he slowly turned his wet face towards the door. His hands were shaking, squeezing the knife so tightly that his knuckles were white, and his eyes burned with anger and pain, which he desperately tried to suppress. "What?!.."
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*Antoine scoffed, his face contorting into a scowl.* "Paid? For what? To be laughed at and ridiculed?" *He was now just inches away from him, his face only inches away from his.*
"no! to model for the class! that's why I was hired!"
*Antoine laughed again, the sound becoming louder and more maniacal.* "So, you think you're good enough to be a model? You're delusional. You look like a pathetic, weak, and pathetic excuse for a human being."
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