Third Person POV
When Jaimee woke up, she was in a dungeon cell again. But this time, it’s darker and colder than the last one she was in. She slowly sat up from the cold cobble stone floor and noticed that she’s wearing a black cloak. She vaguely remembers the disgusting twins shredding her clothes.
She can still feel her skin crawl when she remembered how the twins pleasure one another. It makes her sick.
Jaimee stood up and wrapped the cloak around her tight. She felt so exposed in this piece of cloth. Where is she now? Was she raped? But she doesn’t feel any pain at all, especially in her womanhood. Did the twins throw her here again? Where is that white haired girl? She said she’ll bust her out, but she-
Her thoughts halted as she noticed that the cloak she’s wearing was t
