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Things we used to do when we were little.

Not sure she remembered, but if she did, she’d surely say something about it.

She wasn’t tense, and her body relaxed the more I let my hand wander over her back and along her spine.

“You’re making me shiver,” she told me as she dried her face with her sleeves.

I pulled my hand away to spit out the toothpaste in my mouth, and once I washed it out, I looked back at her.

“In a good way,” I stated, getting a nod from her.

“Maybe you can keep on doing it so I can fall asleep faster,” she suggested.

You’d do anything to touch her, psycho.

The voices were right.

When we were younger, I did far worse things to her.

Things that burned themselves into my brain, but not hers.

“Let’s go,” I said, nodding toward the treehouse.

While she climbed up, I placed my hand on my knife at the back of my pants while watching her closely as she reached the top.

My eyes had already gotten used to the darkness, and thanks to the moonlight shining through the trees, there was no need for us to turn on one of our flashlights.

She wanted me to touch her, to make her feel comfortable and relaxed. But as innocent as that sounded, my mind was already making up all these sick and dirty scenarios.

You wouldn’t dare to hurt her, a voice said, making the corners of my mouth turn up into a smirk.

Watch me.

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“What are you doing?”

I watched as Fennec moved closer, almost straddling me while kneeling over me.

“Tying you. Don’t want you to sleepwalk again, hm?”

He reached for the rope tied around one of the wooden planks, and when he grabbed my left hand, I pulled back.

“I won’t sleepwalk.”

He ignored me and continued to tie me.

“It’s too tight,” I told him, turning my head to look up at my wrist.

“Don’t move and it won’t tighten.”

“Isn’t there a different way to keep me up here? You could just…hold my hand and when I move, you’ll notice,” I suggested.

He ignored me again, and when he sat down on my hips, he let his eyes wander over my body, dragging his fingers along my stomach.

“Does this feel familiar to you, Ves?”

A frown appeared between my brows, and when I looked down to watch his hand stop right underneath my breast, I held my breath.

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