Taking Back My Love
Then, he had someone bring hot water and began massaging them himself.
Raymond knelt in front of me, gently placing my feet in his lap and pressing slow, reassuring strokes into my skin. His kisses trailed down from my cheeks, getting bolder.
But all I could feel was nausea. His breath, his touch—it all made my stomach churn.
"Darling… I've missed you so much," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. He fumbled with the buttons of my blouse, desperate to feel more of me.
I screamed. My whole body trembled. Suddenly, the man in front of me wasn't Raymond anymore; it was those men Jenna had sent all those years ago. Tearing my clothes off, exposing me completely, snapping photos of me in th