The pool glistened under the translucent glass dome. It was silent other than the soft lapping of water, the hotel, bright and vacant.Crouched half-naked, parsley had woken moments ago in the tan recliner by the poolside, her whole body aching. Sitting up, she'd glanced down and her blood-soaked thighs and hardly believe what had happened to her.Earlier, her fiancé, Stephan, had asked her to deliver some documents to the hotel where he was working. She remembered pacing into the room and being wrestled from behind, her mouth being smothered and lapsing unconsciousness. After that, it became fuzzy, like some erotic dream, in which she was surrounded by a man's breath, shackled by his strong arms, contorted around his torso, and used as a toy to satisfy his desires. She'd felt herself open up to him, her body ravished and pulsating, a burst of pain as he pushed himself into her as she cried out. And this man, the one in her dream - it wasn't stephan, her fiancé.But now, looking betwe
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