She was twenty-six, but tonight, she felt like nothing but a number.
It was scrawled thick across her left thigh in black permanent marker. Her name didn’t matter anymore. Her job didn’t matter. Her whole “real” life—flat, predictable, good-girl by day—was irrelevant. Tonight, she was prey.
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Warning ⚠️ This book contains extreme adult themes, stay out if not comfortable with such content.
Exploration of my sensual self pleasure. 😈 don't read if you can't handle Explicit stuff.
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