Still, even then, there was a part of me he could not reach. The same part that rose from my body at five years old - the part that watched from above, silent and untouchable. That fragment of me became my rebel spirit, watching and waiting for the day she could be unleashed. Though his lies bound me, though his voice carved shame into my bones, some small spark of truth lived within me, whispering that one day I would speak, and when I did, the silence would shatter.He cloaked his wickedness in the language of authority, declaring that only he could touch me, for he was my teacher. Yet in the next breath, he sought to shatter me with words meant to chain me in despair. He said no man would see me as anything but a whore. He said my fated mate would reject me, that destiny itself would scorn me. His voice was poison, seeping into my ears, but I clung to what little light I could find within.In my out-of-body mind, I told myself that the girl on the floor wasn’t me, couldn’t be me. S
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