38[ Tell Me Lies, Tell Me, Sweet Little Lies

Swoosh....

"I'm.. awake... you arsehole!" I mutter through chattering teeth as I glare at my captor who still dons a mask.

"Oh, trust me, honey, I know. You stink and this is my way of washing you." He hums and whistles.

Swoosh...

He tosses another bucket full of cold water over my shivering b...

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