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CHRIS’ POVJudy’s voice echoed in my mind as I left the hospital room, her accusations cutting deeper than I wanted to admit. I didn’t think I had done anything wrong, yet her anger was so intense, so personal, it left me shaken.I called my mother immediately, my hands trembling as I dialled her number. In the chaos of emotions threatening to consume me, she was my anchor—the one person who could offer solace when everything felt unbearable. My voice faltered as I spoke her name, the lump in my throat tightening with each word. I poured out the turmoil in my heart, the weight of Judy’s accusations pressing heavily on me. My mother’s voice was calm yet filled with concern, a lifeline in my storm. Her words, though simple, were a balm, reminding me I wasn’t alone in this nightmare.But just as I turned to leave, the police walked in, their firm presence filling the already tense air. "We’re here to ask about the events on the day of the assault," one officer said, addressing Judy dir
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JUDY’S POVChris’ mother arrived at the hospital with a commanding presence that turned every head in the room. She exuded an air of authority, her voice calm but edged with indignation as she immediately leapt to her son’s defense.“This is ridiculous,” she announced, her gaze sweeping over everyone in the room. “Chris would never do something so cruel. He’s being unfairly blamed, and I won’t stand for it.”Her words sliced through the heavy tension, igniting a fire in my mother, who was already on edge from the stress of my father’s condition. My mother, her eyes red-rimmed from worry and exhaustion, turned to face her, her voice rising.“Unfairly blamed?” my mother snapped, her hands trembling with barely contained anger. “My husband is lying here unconscious because of your son’s loyal lackey, and you expect us to believe Chris had no idea? How convenient for you to defend him without a second thought!”I stood frozen between the two women, my own emotions swirling in a chaotic st
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CHRIS’ POVThe decision to take matters into my own hands wasn’t easy—it was born out of desperation, frustration, and an unyielding need to set things right. The weight of guilt and suspicion hung around my neck like a chain, pulling me down with every breath. I couldn’t sleep without hearing Judy’s cutting words or seeing the betrayal in her eyes. Her mistrust wasn’t just a blow to my pride; it was a dagger to my heart. I couldn’t bear the thought that she truly believed I would harm her father—or anyone, for that matter.Each morning, I woke with a sense of purpose, tempered by the ache of isolation. My first task was to dig into my father’s past—a man who had always been my anchor, my moral compass. Now, I was unravelling his life, seeking clues among the threads of his relationships and business dealings. It felt invasive, almost wrong, to sift through his private affairs, but the need for answers outweighed my discomfort.I started by reaching out to old colleagues, hoping th
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CHRIS’ POVThe discovery was like a lightning strike—a clue so glaring it couldn’t be ignored. As I pored over the evidence I had gathered during my investigation into the attack on Judy’s father, one name surfaced with chilling frequency.Jason. The connections weren’t obvious at first, buried in whispers and scattered hints, but as I pieced them together, the picture grew sharper. Jason might be involved in this terrible crime.I was livid, hurt, and confused. Why would Jason, of all people, do something so cruel? And if he truly had a hand in this, what was his motive? The questions burned in my mind as I decided to confront him directly. I knew this confrontation could lead to more complications, but I couldn’t let the truth stay buried—not when it concerned my reputation, Judy’s father, my family, and the fragile threads of trust I was trying to mend with Judy.When I arrived at Jason’s place, he greeted me with his usual composed demeanour, though there was a flicker of surpri
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CHRIS’ POVThe day I finally found the evidence felt like a breakthrough. It had taken countless sleepless nights and relentless effort, but there it was—the irrefutable proof that Katarina and Bertrand had conspired to attack Judy and her father. As I stared at the documents, text messages, and surveillance footage pieced together before me, I felt a mix of triumph and exhaustion. It was a fragile victory, but it was something I could hold on to.Without wasting a moment, I gathered everything and headed to the police station. My heart raced as I handed the file over to the officer in charge. “This should be enough to prove their involvement,” I said, my voice steady but laced with the weight of the past weeks.The officer nodded, sifting through the evidence. “This is strong,” he said after a while, meeting my eyes. “We’ll open an investigation into Katarina and proceed with the necessary actions.”Relief coursed through me. Finally, the wheels of justice were turning. But beneat
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JUDY’S POVChris' confession had stirred emotions in me that I wasn’t prepared to face, especially amid the chaos surrounding us. After everything we had endured, standing side by side to uncover the truth and confront the dangers lurking behind Katarina and Bertrand’s actions, I thought clarity would come easily. But life, as it turned out, wasn’t that simple.Katarina’s arrest should have brought closure, but instead, it unravelled a deeper, more sinister layer of complications. Whispers of powerful allies pulling strings to secure her acquittal reached us, adding another dimension of tension to an already fraught situation. It was as though the storm we had weathered was only the prelude to something larger.Chris, ever steadfast, took my hand one evening as we discussed the developments. “I’ll take care of this,” he said, his voice calm yet resolute. “Whoever is behind this won’t succeed. I promise you.”I wanted to believe him, to draw strength from his determination. His abil
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JUDY’S POVThe house was quiet, save for the faint ticking of the wall clock in the living room. I sat on the edge of my bed, still replaying the events of the day in my mind. Each moment felt like a wave, crashing against the fragile walls I had built around myself. The memories wouldn’t stop—the accusations, the fears, and the guilt all weaving into a complex tapestry of confusion. And at the center of it all was Chris.It was late when my mother knocked softly on my bedroom door. “Can I come in, sweetheart?” she asked.I nodded, though I wasn’t sure if I was ready for whatever conversation she wanted to have. She stepped inside, her face lined with concern, her usually steady demeanour softened by worry.“You’ve been quiet,” she observed, sitting beside me. Her hands folded in her lap, a habit of hers when she was preparing for a serious talk. “Something has been bothering you, hasn’t it?”I hesitated, unsure of how to begin. But as she waited patiently, the words started tumb
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JUDY’S POVThe soft chime of my phone startled me from my daydreams. I picked it up, my heart skipping a beat when I saw Chris’ name on the screen. His text was simple but unexpected: “Want to watch a movie tonight? Let me pick you up at seven.”I stared at the message for a moment, my emotions a tangled mess. Things between Chris and me had been complicated, to say the least. There was history—good and bad—and a fragile truce that we were trying to navigate. But this message felt like something more. It wasn’t just an invitation to a movie; it was a chance to confront the growing tension between us, a moment to decide whether we could move forward or stay stuck in limbo.With a deep breath, I typed back a quick response: “Sure, see you then.”The hours leading up to seven felt endless. As I got ready, I found myself overanalysing every little detail—what to wear, how to style my hair, whether or not to wear the bracelet Chris had given me years ago, when he was sane. My reflection
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JUDY’S POV“Chris! At first it was fine, but now it’s torture…”“It serves you right, Judy. You’ve disobeyed and you deserve the punishment. Wasn’t what you were looking for anyway? Didn’t you ask me for this?”I did yes, but I had no idea things would take this turn.The enema tube remained inside me for what felt like an eternity, though in reality, it was only about ten minutes. Every second dragged on, stretching my endurance to its limits. A deep discomfort settled over me, making me hyper-aware of every sensation. My body tensed instinctively, fighting against the unfamiliar pressure, and I could feel my breath growing unsteady. The minutes crawled by, each one testing my patience and resilience. It wasn’t just physical—it was a mental challenge as well, a battle between endurance and the overwhelming urge to make it stop.The childhood fear of suppositories resurfaced with full force, wrapping around me like a shadow I couldn’t escape. The memories of discomfort and helpless
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JUDY’S POV“Punish me!” I exclaimed.“Your punishment is you won’t be allowed to cum.”“Mmm… Sounds impossible.”“You naughty kitten!”Chris kept on hitting me deep inside while I twist my hips to the rythmn of his moves. He tap my butt.“Judy! Stay put! You’ll make me cum too early and I don’t want that. I want to enjoy your pussy,” Chris scolded me.The more he scolded, the more I was turned on. Since I was already so wet, the sound of him fucking me was driving me nuts. He was also enjoying fucking me.“Judy! Don’t!” Chris protested while I still broke his rules.Ultimately, I cummed on his dick and he came right after. Still, I wanted more and I kept begging, but this time, Chris was more strict on his punishment.“Since you weren’t allowed to cum, you broke the rule, now you earn a punishment.”“No, I want more of your dick!”“You can’t have it any more.”“Alright, I’ll fuck myself then.”As soon as I parted my legs to finger myself, Chris stopped me.“Kitten… You have been break
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JUDY’S POV“I am happy,” I said again, slowly and clearly. “With you.”He let out a breath, some of the tension finally melting from his shoulders. “You mean that?”I nodded. “Completely.”Chris stared at me for a long moment before giving me a small, almost relieved smile. “You always know how to say the right things, don’t you?”I grinned.“Because I know you, Chris. And I know what we have is real.”His eyes softened. “Yeah… Yeah, it is.”For the first time since the call started, I saw the weight lifting off his shoulders. I knew, without a doubt, that no matter what doubts crept into his mind, I would always be there to chase them away.The past week had been frustrating beyond words. Chris had been sending me packages, but he forbade me from opening them. Every time I asked about them, he would simply say, “Not yet.” His teasing only grew worse during our video calls—he would guide me, push me to the edge, only to stop, leaving me aching and unsatisfied.At first, I thought
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