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Ps. Idk what I said at the end of the last chapter but the amount of dms I got after that about the book is loveee

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I couldn't think of anything.

No matter how hard I tried.

My mind had hollowed out, stripped of reason, reaction, or care - not even for myself.

I don't know why I agreed.

Maybe because I knew he wouldn't budge until he got what he came for.
And in that moment, what he came for, was me.

But more than that... I didn't have it in me to refuse.

I couldn't speak. Because I knew that if I opened my mouth, my voice wouldn't just shake. It would shatter, like porcelain under too much weight.

The thought of how fragile I had become made me feel even smaller.

And if there was any feeling stronger than weakness, it was shame.

The blurred memory of everything I spilled last night- the words, the tears, the collapse of whatever dignity I had left- burned beneath my skin now.

He must've watched it all. Enjoyed it, even.

The way my eyeliner would have bled down my cheeks like ink in water. The way my composure must've shattered so quickly.

The way I shattered so easily.

The sound of the car door opening snapped me back. I turned my head and saw him standing there.

Holding out his hand like the gentleman he was, his eyes... they were impossibly calm, almost too knowing, and I felt my chest tighten.

I, for a second, reconsidered if I wanted to step out or not.

But again, I couldn't even understand what I wanted and what I didn't at the moment.

Disappearing was the way.
Could I?
I could.

But I wouldn't, was the answer.

"I'm waiting, ma'am." I stepped out, without looking at his face, in his eyes, or giving my hands in his.