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Bloody Kiss

“This…” Maisie doesn’t finish her words, and I am grateful for that, I am already embarrassed enough as I am without anyone addressing it.

“I will go get us more coffee…” she says while picking up the empty mugs, I just nod, still looking at my broken phone's screen and the thousands of messages I shared with my potential rapist. Just what the hell is this?

I scroll up and down in the conversation, between me and the so-called Nathaniel Williams, unable to believe my own eyes.

At first, they were all normal texts, work-related and professional, the very first ones were discussing some of the contract conditions, and I see that I have signed with him for two years. Now that was promising.

“You are late.”

“Impressive job with Father”

“You are late.”

“He is getting better with your care.”

“You are late.”

“We have many spare rooms that can save us all the tardiness, Miss Kings.”

These were all messages I have received from him, and call me paranoid but I’ve noticed this weird pattern, like
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