His Bond Was a Cage
The pickle jars were in the wrong place. I lifted them down one by one.
The dirt behind them was swept flat and smooth, like somebody had been kind enough to tidy up after they took my life.
End of Chapter 10
Stories contain mature romantic and sexual content. All characters are fictional adults.
LeaveThe pickle jars were in the wrong place. I lifted them down one by one.
The dirt behind them was swept flat and smooth, like somebody had been kind enough to tidy up after they took my life.
End of Chapter 10
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