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“And you think this will fix me.” “I think it will show you where control breaks,” I said. “And what you do right before it does.” He weighed that, the silence stretching between us, taut and vibrating. A long pause. Then, at last: “Fine,” he said. “Show me.” We started with grounding, the most unglamorous part of the process. Feet planted. Knees softly bent.

NADIA. My name appeared on the first page. NADIA WILSON. Exclusive after-hours executive consultancy/Private Executive Retention and Confidentiality Agreement. Sixty-night private review period for the Darius-Langton acquisition. What the hell was this? It didn't look one bit like what he just called it. I expected filth. Something crude and stupid I could be appalled by, could refuse, could throw at his bare chest and storm out on. Instead it was brutally, immaculately clean.

I would wake up really early by the sound of this audio and would go to sleep while these audios play in my ears. Everyday I was provided with a very small quantity of food, just enough to keep me alive. I was not only physically weak, I was mentally too. Following the same routine for almost a month I was now a complete dumb person. All my brain thought were the things I used to listen to the hypno audios. There was not even a single thought apart from that in my brain. When I thought that now nothing worse can happen, life gave me a reality check. Adriano started visiting me.

I took a deep breath and said, "I'm not. I just don't want you to feel disgusted by me." Jake was speechless, as if a thought had suddenly crossed his mind. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I've never gotten an abortion before," I added. Jake was completely flabbergasted. His face paled as he mustered meekly, "I..." I unbuckled my seatbelt and reminded him, "Return this to me after signing it. Don't make me wait too long."

She was on the verge of losing it. "No! Please, don't tell them! I'll talk, Matty! I'll tell you everything!" Hearing this, Matteo finally loosened his grip. "Start talking." Rebecca gasped for air, coughing violently as the rush of oxygen burned her throat. However, she didn't dare stop. She gasped sharply, her voice breaking. "Y-You can check my phone!" Frantically, she unlocked her phone and handed it over with shaking hands. "I didn't do anything! This is all a misunderstanding!"

“Miss Griffin, that’s a lot of calls. Do you want me to wait while you reply to them?” “No need. They’re nothing important,” I replied casually, my tone indifferent. Once we were on the road, he asked, “Miss Griffin, is this your first time here? Do you want to go anywhere before work starts? You don’t officially begin until the day after tomorrow. I can show you around.” “Yes, this is my first time here,” I said as I gazed out the window at the passing scenery. Suddenly, my phone rang again, the sharp sound filling the quiet car.