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27 The Bitch at My Mercy

Author: Jenne Lopes
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-02 21:00:30

Evelyn

The moment the door closed behind Damon, I dropped the act. It was exhausting. Susan was doing a really heavy job keeping that up. I finally let my face show what I really felt—cold, merciless satisfaction at seeing Susan suffer.

I leaned close to her ear, keeping my voice low enough that even wolves with enhanced hearing couldn't catch it through the door.

"Never question my relationship with MY daughter again, you hear me, bitch?"

Susan's eyes widened with recognition and fear, her body still convulsing with the painful half-shifts that were tearing her apart from within.

"You... you did this," she gasped between spasms. "On... purpose."

"Guess I'm not as stupid as you always thought," I replied coldly, moving around the examination table to prepare a minimal dose of the medicine. Just enough to stop the convulsions, but not enough to ease the pain entirely.

I took my time, making sure Susan could see each deliberate movement. The careful measuring, the precise mixing, the lo
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