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8. LATE NIGHT SNACKS
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2024-10-29 19:42:56My hand ran through my collar.
The swelling had gone down a little.
“You’re mine.” I whispered as I ran my finger through the words tattooed on my skin. I trembled not knowing what to do. I hadn’t slept a wink because each time I closed my eyes I felt as if someone was ontop of me. A shudder ran through me.
My stomach cried out and I couldn’t recall the last time I ate.
I went down the stairs and prepared myself a sandwich, taking a few bites before I threw it in the bin.
I couldn’t just accept the life he was forcing me in. I refused. I was not going to be the little obedient idiot. Fuck him.
What was I suppo
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