Loving Him With Pain
It seemed quiet, and relief washed over her as she slipped inside.
The faint glow of the overhead light illuminated the space.
She moved toward the sink, grabbing a glass and filling it with water. Each sip felt like a lifeline, her parched throat easing with every swallow.
But her brief moment of peace was shattered by a voice that dripped with malice.
“Well, well, look who finally decided to show her face,” Rihanna drawled, her tone mocking and cruel.
Katie froze, her grip tightening on the glass. She didn’t turn around, hoping that if she ignored the other woman, the taunts would stop.
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