Her Fear Is Mine
The back of my head hit plaster. Her fingers dug into the marks he left and my knees went soft.
Faye
Let go. Let go of me.
She let go and said sorry. There was a new red print on my arm.
End of Chapter 3
Stories contain mature romantic and sexual content. All characters are fictional adults.
LeaveThe back of my head hit plaster. Her fingers dug into the marks he left and my knees went soft.
Let go. Let go of me.
She let go and said sorry. There was a new red print on my arm.
End of Chapter 3
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