[CONTENT WARNING ACKNOWLEDGMENT] This chapter contains: maternal abuse, psychological manipulation, non-consensual touching (non-sexual but violating), references to trafficking/rape, gaslighting, power play, and dark family dynamics proceeding with execution.[CARLTON'S POV]The water doesn't wash it off.I scrub until my skin turns raw, pink and angry under the scalding spray, but I can still feel him. Tristan's fingerprints branded into my hips. His cum dried in places I didn't know cum could reach. The phantom weight of his body pinning me down.The soap smells like cedar and smoke. His soap because everything in this penthouse is his. Including me.I grab the generic hotel bar from the back of the cabinet instead. Something plain. Something that doesn't smell like tobacco and sex and poor life choices.By the time I step out, my skin is scrubbed almost bloody and I still don't feel clean.The robe I choose is simple: Navy blue, no embroidery, no initials. Not one of Tristan's.
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