The next morning, sunlight brushed across my room before I even opened my eyes. Mum’s knock came first, gentle, rushed.“Lucy, wake up,” she said softly through the door. “It’s your first therapy session today. I’ll be at work, but Elijah will handle it. Trust me darling, he’s really good at what he does.”Of course I know he's good at ripping my pussy apart.I groaned, half turning on the bed. “Mum….”But she was already gone, her voice fading down the hallway as the front door clicked shut.A moment later, another knock came. Sharper. Slower.“Elijah,” I muttered, sitting up.“Lucy,” his voice came through, calm, composed, too calm. “May I come in?”“No,” I said flatly. “You can stay right there and get off my door.”Silence. Then, that same smooth tone again. “I know this is uncomfortable. But I am a therapist, Lucy. I’m here to help you.”A short, bitter laugh escaped me. “Help me? Please. We both know you’re not here to fix me, you're no therapy.”“I am,” he replied quietly. “You
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