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“Do you want us to clean you now?” Damon asked.

Taeja closed her eyes as Zain left the room. “I’ll do it…”

“Baby.”

“I’ll do it,” she stated firmly, reopening her eyes as footsteps came back into the room. She stared at Zain as he knelt on her other side, offering her a bottle of water. Licking her lips, Taeja allowed him to help her up and feed her. After Zain moved the bottle from Taeja’s mouth and set it aside, she looked at Damon as he slipped his boxers on.

“Is it okay if we bring you to the room?” Damon asked, and she nodded while Zain took her heels off.

She put her arms in the air, and Damon took her into his hold. Zain followed behind them into his bedroom.

Damon placed her on her feet inside the room. He took her hands in his, trailing his thumbs along her knuckles. “We’ll be on the other side of the door. We love you,” he said, kissing her before she could reply.

Taeja watched as Damon left the room, and Zain stared at her from the threshold he leaned against. His expression was unreadable. He walked forward and stopped before her. She sucked in a breath as he moved his hands. Zain freed his locs from the tie, and as it moved in Taeja’s line of sight, she realized it was lavender colored. He slipped it onto her wrist, gave her another unreadable expression, then left.

She limped toward the bathroom. Both her holes stung with every step she took, and cum crawled down her inner thighs. She prepped herself a bath.

As the warm water filled the tub, Taeja glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Her makeup was ruined, tear streaks ran down her cheeks, and her skin looked brighter.

She turned around and bent over.

Her eyes widened, and she straightened herself. “Never look at myself after getting fucked in the ass. Got it.”

She grabbed her bottle of lavender oil and poured a considerable amount into the bath. She slipped Zain’s hair tie off her wrist and used it to fix her hair into a messy high bun before lowering herself into the tub. “Whew…” she breathed, willing the warm water to relax her sore muscles.

Bringing her knees up to her chest, she tightly wrapped her arms around them. Her eyes struggled to remain open as she stared at a soap bubble.

Taeja’s throat tightened. “What’s wrong with me?” she asked herself, biting into her trembling lips as sobs rocked her body. She weakened as negative thoughts slammed into her over and over.

Disappointment.

Worthless.

Failure.

Maybe the twins knew this would happen. That was why they left her alone.

Like every other man did.

Of course, she wasn’t enough for them. She never was, and she never would be.

Angrily wiping the back of her hand across her eyes, Taeja hissed as soap got into her eye. It stung, but she didn’t care to reach for her towel that rested on the side of the bath.

Taeja didn’t have the energy to do anything that wasn’t loathing herself or indulging in self-pity. She couldn’t even save herself as fatigue made the burden too heavy, causing her to lose control over her limbs and allow her body to sink.

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Something rushed around her.Liquid, it seemed like, but her dazed mind made her unsure.

Somewhere in this darkness, she hoped she’d find the strength she lost in this unexpected crash.

Something tugged her upward. This touch was filled with warmth, contrasting the chill running through her veins and pricking the hairs on her skin.

Oxygen filled her lungs, dispelling the water out of her mouth. She toppled over and coughed. Her throat stung as the mixture ran free. Her heart pounded in her ear, too loud for her to hear the voice above her.

Another voice entered the mix and suddenly, hands were all over her as something fluffy wrapped around her body.

She was being moved.

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