Page 143 of Volatile Obsessions

She even clamped her legs shut, throwing up all kinds of red flags.

“What’s wrong?” I asked tensely, holding my hands up.

“I-I can’t do this here…” she stammered, and for the briefest moment I thought she was referring to the door again…

“Ellie left, baby. No one is going to—”

But she wasn’t.

It was so much worse.

What came out of her mouth so much worse than I ever could’ve imagine…

“Vic raped me…”

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