Chapter 3.Seraph's Pov My knees felt weak. The living room suddenly felt too small, too hot, and way too quiet. Mr. Lincoln stood there watching me with that calm, dangerous look in his eyes, like he already knew how this was going to end.“I… I can’t do this,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “Gerald could come back any minute.”He let out a low chuckle and took one step closer. “Then you better stop wasting time and get to work, baby girl. An hour is more than enough for what I want.”My mind was spinning. Delete those pictures. That was the only thing that mattered. If Gerald ever saw them… if he found out I sent nudes to his own father, even by mistake, we were finished. I couldn’t let that happen.Slowly, almost like I was watching someone else do it, I lowered myself to my knees in front of him. The carpet felt rough under my skin. Mr. Lincoln didn’t rush me. He just stood there, tall and sure of himself, already unbuckling his belt with one hand.“That’s a good girl,” he murmur
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