Chapter 63 I WANT HIM TO FUCK ME

CHAPTER 63. I WANT HIM TO FUCK ME

The silence is not peaceful; it is a heavy, metallic weight pressing the air from my lungs. It rings for an agonizing stretch, a relentless, echoing void as we stand plastered against the unforgiving stone wall of the room.

I stare down at the letter crumpled in m...

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