Tortured Reflection
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"The saddest thing about betrayal is it never comes from your enemies. "
Taylor is a college student with a dark past. She is haunted by her reflection, her memories, and her ex boyfriend that has every intention of killing her.
Through Tortured Reflection we follow Taylor as she tries to navigate her life through depression and the overwhelming new feelings she encounters when she runs into a handsome stranger that makes her once dead heart beat again.
Will Taylor chose to walk through her life alone as she has her entire life or will she embrace the new feelings that are flooding her body and heart.
I allow him to think he is providing me with pleasure, that he is in control. I will give him this moment to believe that there is a tiny sliver of hope for us as he plunges into me and I gasp for breath. Over and over I breath in and out and moan his name, I allow him to assume he has won, that he owns a piece of my heart. I will tell him the truth in the morning; tomorrow after this moment is all but a dream I will hold his heart in my hands and like so many before him I will crush it.
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