Beneath the Whip
Six Cats
I was not bipolar, but I could indeed feel the manipulation of my body and whether Chris was here or not, I would still be oscillating between pain and pleasure and vice-versa.
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JASON’S POV
The next day, I found Judy in the far corner of the school library. She sat hunched over a table, her usually radiant face pale, with dark circles under her eyes.
Her hands trembled slightly as she flipped through the pages of a book she didn’t seem to be reading. She looked worn, almost fragile, as if a storm had ravaged her spirit.
"Judy," I called softly, sliding into the seat across from her.
She startled, her wide eyes darting to meet mine before quickly looking away.