The Devil’s Bride
The way his nails traced my back, his warm breath hitting my skin, sending shivers down my spine, his breathy moans in my ear, the strength he used to pin me down, his control on my hands not letting my hands slip away under him, the aura he gave out, everything played in my head, too clear to forget, at least a happy memory.
I let out a shaky breath, tilting my neck to look at my reflection in the mirror.
My eyes were swollen, ringed with dark eye bags that told a sleepless night.
My skin looks paler than usual, it wasn't suiting my deep brown hair that laid freely on my shoulders.
I pressed my hands against my shoulders, my clothes feel tighter these days.
I felt bloated with my stomach gr
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