Love, Obsession, Torture
My lips were swollen, my checks flushed, how did I get here?
The memory of him clawed at my skin, searing through me, impossible to escape. Every brush of his hands, every press of his lips, every controlled motion of him was all ingrained into my memory, pulsing through my veins, making restraint feel like a dreadful joke. I tried to focus on the road, but my body remembered what my mind refused to accept.
Holy shit… what have I done?
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