Chapter 33: Good Girls Want The Big *D*
Katarina’s POV: At The Bath Room in The Quarters
“God! f**k!”
I slapped the faucet off, water still dripping down my thighs.
My hands gripped the sink edge. I bent over, breathing hard, like something had crawled into me and refused to leave.
The bracelet.
That red string. That cursed red thing.
It had done something to me last night. My whole body still pulsed from it. My thighs were slick. My panties were filled with dried c*m. My chest ached like I’d been touched, kissed, bitten—and yet no one was here.
In the bathroom mirror, I examined the bruises on my body. Faint fingerprints marred my neck, a reminder of the violence I'd endured. My reflection looked back, haunted and hollow.
I reached under my shirt, touched my n****e. It was stil
