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"He's On His Way"

Auteur: Cee Cee
last update Date de publication: 2026-07-16 16:36:04

I let my hand drop to my side, the phone slipping from my fingers and falling onto the plush carpet.

This was harder than I thought it would be... How could I get revenge when his voice still had this effect on me?

I'm too weak to stand up to him... Too weak...

"I can't do this... I can't do this...I can't...I can't"

Suddenly, the room began to spin. The walls of the fitting room started to shrink, pressing in on me from all sides. The heavy white satin of the dress became tighter and tighter,
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