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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗-𝖘𝖔𝖉𝖊 𝕺𝖓𝖊: 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐈𝐬
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1997
East-Swing Apartments
"Come home, Isis."
His deep, commanding voice reverberated through her, sending her heart racing like a wild stallion. The pulsating warmth between her legs intensified, igniting a spicy thrill that made her breath catch in her throat. She stirred hopefully, battling the magnetic pull of her own body's desires, but it was a dreadful effort. The electric satisfaction coursing through her was undeniable, weaving a seductive spell that drew her closer to him.
"Come home, Isis."
To conceal a soft moan, she bit her lower lip just enough to taste the metallic tang of blood, feeling it course through her veins like a fierce reminder. Her eyes tightly squeezed, remaining closed. His voice, rich and tantalizing, had been beckoning her since the first light of October 1st, laced with an urgency that stirred something deep within her. She had fought against it, resisting the pull of his call with every ounce of willpower she could muster. But lately, cracks had begun to form in her resolve—the warmth of his masculine tone, intense and insistent, was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.
The weight in her body began to dissipate. It felt like she was floating. The sudden relaxation caused her mouth to fall ajar. Up she went. The more he spoke, the higher she went.
Isis...Isis...Isis...
Higher, higher, higher.
Isis...
"Dani!"
She shot upright on the bed, eyes wide and shimmering as if the weight of horror gripped her. She frantically scanned the cramped, disorderly room cluttered with school supplies, worn clothes, trinkets, and other remnants of her daily life, realizing with a jolt that this chaotic space was hers. A wave of relief shadowed her upon the discovery, allowing her to catch her breath. Her eyes settled on the woman standing over her—who had a cloud of concern shadowing her melanin features, the lines of worry etched deeply into her brow.
