Chapter 17 Chapter Seventeen: No Mercy, No Shame

I don’t cry when the door slams and the blanket is torn from my hands. I don’t cry as the city glares in, cold and unblinking, turning my nakedness into a spectacle for a man with all the power and none of the mercy. I stand there, shivering, arms crossed over my chest, back pressed to the glass, an...

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