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Susan's pov The bar was dim as I sat on a stool, still wiping the tears from my face with the back of my hand. My phone trembled in my grip as I typed a message to my lawyer. Three shot glasses were lined up in front of me, but each one was now empty. I had been hoping that the burn of cheap tequila would burn away the memory of Ryan's betrayal, his words, and Christy's cruel laughter. But It hadn't. Dead fish. Boring, Their Money bag, A Frigid bitch, with a defective pussy and a rusty cunt.

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I want her lying awake, listening for sounds that never come. "She notices she's being followed, but she acts as if she isn't" I murmur to Xander, amusement curling in my chest. I could end this quickly. Break down her door, Demand payment, Leave her shaking and crying and not in the best kind of way either. and leave London completely. Get back to my life in New York and still kill Jerry motherfucking Harrison. She's just a woman in a big city. A bookstore attendant. Has a quiet life. Is Shy. Meek. Bland. Spoilt.

org Subject: Re: Inquiry: Les Plaisirs Interdits (1782) Date: March 9, 2026, 11:17 PM Senna, Something real. I’m twenty-nine. I collect rare books because I like the way old paper smells and because I’m fascinated by things that were once forbidden. I live alone in a house with too many books and not enough furniture. I’ve been thinking about you constantly since your first email. Wondering what your voice sounds like. Whether you wear your hair up or down when you work. If you blush when you read these messages. I want to meet you. Is that too fast? Too much? I can’t tell anymore. You’ve made me forget how to be careful.

Just jogged back, expression blank. But I felt it. Every time we reset, every time he lined up across from me or beside me in the huddle, the air between us turned thick. Electric, like the moment before lightning. His scent, that stupid deodorant he always wore kept hitting me in waves. My mouth went dry and my palms became slick inside my gloves.

Thorns sinking into marked flesh like venomous teeth, the man pushed his crown deeper as red fluid leaked through the fresh marks, trickling down the side of a hairless chin. He was naked again. Like he was. Like he'd always been. Like he'd always be. The small book of scriptures, lay in front of him, as always. The worn out edges of the old Bible touching his bare knees. The stained pages showing powerful spiritual words which were going faint from age.

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