Page 73 of Master of My Life

they headed to the dressing room. “You were amazing, Sabrina.”

“Thanks.”

He reached into his pocket and laughed before holding out his phone for Sabrina to see a text from

Chase.

Tell her she was amazing and I’m proud of her.

They arrived back at Sabrina’s private dressing room, and she pulled off her pointe shoes. “I’ll

be ready as soon as I can.” She walked to the tiny bathroom in the back.

Ethan had plopped down into his customary spot on the couch. He gave her a teasing smile. “Need

some help?”

Sabrina laughed as she closed the door.

Her heart fluttered as she imagined dancing with Chase. It had been a lifetime since that night on

the yacht. She remembered his arms around her, how easily he led her across the dance floor.

Learning about him. Laughing together.

She stepped into the tiled stall and turned on the hot water. Her muscles relaxed, and the tension

disappeared. I did it! I had a wonderful first performance with a real live professional ballet

company. I even got a standing ovation!

She smiled as she washed the thick stage makeup from her face. She soaped up her body and

gasped softly as she ran her hands over her breasts. Her nipples hardened, and she closed her eyes,

imagining Chase touching her intimately. His kisses on her neck . . . His hands gently caressing her

breasts.

The last few nights she hadn’t slept well. She thought it was excitement for opening night, but now

she wondered if it wasn’t something more. The Gathering had woken something inside of her. She

squeezed her legs together, remembering the glory of that evening. She wanted someone to touch her,

to caress her. She slid her hand down her stomach, intent on trying to masturbate, but then stopped as

horrible memories flashed before her eyes.

Khyan held a woman by her hair, squeezing her breasts until they bruised . . . Blood . . .

Screams . . . A woman tortured because of her. And she wasn’t the only one.

Sabrina closed her burning eyes. She leaned her head against the cool tile, trying to rid her mind

of the images, but the more she fought, the more real they became.

Khyan grinned as he slowly pushed a long, thick needle into the woman’s nipple. The

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