Chapter 11 The Bruises and The Aftermath

The morning hurt before I even opened my eyes.

It wasn’t just the dull, throbbing ache in my thighs or the bruises blooming across my wrists and hips. It wasn’t even the burning pull of the fresh mate mark on my neck, pulsing like a cruel reminder of someone else’s claim on my life.

It was the wei...

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