The air had a fresh taste, even in the bedroom. It felt exactly as the beginning of Fall should. It tasted as if frostbite had been mixed with crispy leaves. Although it was soothing, I chose to breathe through my nose.
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Stepbrother (Sequel to Stockholm Syndrome)
Ficción General"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...
