The Darkest Devotion
"You wore this dress for me, didn't you? I'm doing you a favour. I know you've never done this before."
No.
I want to scream. I want to fight. My body won't listen to me; my eyes are so heavy, and the room is going dark at the edges, narrowing into a tunnel, and I'm losing. I can feel myself losing the fight to stay awake no matter how hard I claw at it.
The last thing I hear before my eyes lose the battle is a crash.
Something splinters, either glass or wood, and then a grunt follows. The weight on top of me is gone, ripped away so fast that the air in the room shifts.
Then everything turns black.
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