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The Good Girl

Author: Favor V April
last update publish date: 2026-04-18 16:51:28

Eden’s POV

Day twelve.

The hunger had moved past the point of a sharp ache and into a dull, constant thrum that lived in my bones. I spent most of my time in my room, staring at the walls, the image of the dungeon burnt into my retinas. My skin was still tender, the faint yellowing of bruises a map of a night I couldn’t forget. I didn't try to leave. I didn't try to seduce anyone. I had become the "good girl" Silas demanded, but the silence I maintained was heavier than any words I could have s
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