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CHAPTER NINE (ELI'S POV)

Author: Abby Gale
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-03-15 22:46:44

The sound of the bathroom's door clicking shut behind me might as well have been the sound of a gun shooting me in my face because that was what I wanted at the moment. My breath was ragged, my skin burning with the imprint of his hands, his words and most importantly… his control.

I staggered forward, body trembling, trying to breathe but I couldn't.

The air felt too thick, suffocating, pressing against my ribs like someone stepping on me with their boot. I squeezed my eyes shut, swallowing down the bile creeping up my throat, but it did nothing to stop the voice in my head.

"Così bello... così perfetto.”

"Voglio sentire di più quei dolci suoni, mio piccolo soldato.”

“Good, just like that.”

I gritted my teeth, clenching my hands into fists that were so tight my nails dug into my palm and drew blood. I welcomed the pain, it was the only thing grounding me.

I had promised myself I wouldn’t let their influence get a hold on me and yet—

I caught sight of my reflection on the mirror by t
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