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Chapter Twenty-Nine Part 5: Day Ten

Author: Eden Jeweledwolf
last update publish date: 2026-03-20 10:51:42

Atlas left the room. Went to the bathroom. Threw up.

He'd just—he'd just done that. Tested her like a machine. Made her cum on command while she stared at nothing.

Used her body while her mind was gone.

For Dante. To make sure Dante could do the same.

He washed his hands. His face. Couldn't wash away what he'd done.

Isabella found him there. "You did well."

"I raped her."

"You tested her function. There's a difference."

"There's no fucking difference!" Atlas slammed his hand against the wall. "
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