There was nothing really for my sight to take in. It was all too blurry. Sometimes I thought it was because of how hard I was crying. Sometimes I thought it was because my terror of being close to Luke had returned. I saw blurred images of my arms flailing and my legs kicking out at him while also trying to pull away. He still held firm.
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Stepbrother (Sequel to Stockholm Syndrome)
Narrativa generale"I just want you to know how terrifying it is to have no control. Like, physically, no control over what happens to you. Nothing. Being at the mercy of someone else's hand." The look he gave me was glazed over with pain. "The thing is, you aren't th...
