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You should have run.

作者: Ava
last update 最終更新日: 2025-08-01 18:36:24

Ava’s POV

The door to the bathroom shut behind him with a soft, final click, a sound that resonated in the hollow space he left behind. I lay there, motionless, my body a leaden weight, my arms sprawled uselessly at my sides, the sheet half-draped over my bare, bruised skin, a pitiful attempt at modesty.

Everything ached. A deep, pervasive soreness had settled in my bones, a constant, physical reminder of the night’s brutal lessons. The raw sting of the metal cuffs was still carved into my wrists—angry red welts throbbing with every faint pulse, a testament to my futile struggle. My thighs felt heavy, sore, like leaden anchors, and the dull, burning ache between them reminded me with cruel, agonizing precision of everything he’d done to me, of the violent, primal claim he had made.

The pillow beneath my head was a cold, damp patch. From tears, though I hadn’t even noticed they’d been falling, a silent, unending river that had escaped my control.

I blinked at the intricate pattern
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