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I should be calculating my next move like I’d been trained to. But all I could think about was how his toned abs would feel under my fingers. What the fuck is wrong with me? Thinking about his hands when I should be looking for exits? I let out a shaky breath and sat down, only for the lights to dim—on their own. The quiet hum of electricity filled the room as the monitor blinked awake. My name blinked across the screen in crimson red letters. MICAH REED — STATUS: RECONDITIONING INITIATED. My skin went cold. What the hell was this place?

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*This chapter may contain offensive content, read at your own risk!!!! Do not attempt to replicate any action protrayed in this chapter. Thank you for reading!!!* Trix bit her lip as she stared dazed at the air. She was so high that she could reach the stars. Her head staggered and fell into the shoulders of her best friend, Jordan. Jordan had dirty blonde hair, brown eyes and a lean body. He could of been an athlete but Jordan didn't want to become a jock for reasons that were obvious to everyone else except Trix.

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EASTON March 2024—Oakdale City "Don’t look away from me.” A deep grunt left his parted lips as he thrusted his monster cock into my tired hole, fucking me with so much hate. "I want to see the look in your eyes as I take you apart, destroying you from inside out." I licked my lips, and a single tear broke free from my eyes. It felt as if I was going to die as Ilay keep pounding me with so much force, hitting the same spot over and over again.

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The seminar room smelled like damp paper and expensive cologne. Noah took the same seat he always did — second row from the back, nearest the window, where the morning light fell in slanted bars across the wooden desks. The discussion today was already in motion when he arrived, and he was grateful for it. He could fade in, invisible as breath on glass. Professor Marek was talking about obsession in literature — again. Or maybe it was longing. Or rot. With him, it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began.

Alex bundles up all the boxes and packaging before throwing them away. He came back inside the house with his clothes completely soaked in sweat. He wanted to show the dogs right away but there were dead asleep in the living room. Alex took off his shirt and wiped off the sweat on his forehead with it. He threw his soaked shirt at me, making me gag in disgust. "That's fucking disgusting, Alex!" I shouted at him as I throw back his shirt. "We're covered in cum and sweat every time we have sex, but you're disgusted with a sweat-soaked shirt?" he said as he was slowly walking towards me, wet shirt in hand.

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