25 - I can't talk about it
Elie I haven’t seen Wrench since he fucke.d me and dismissed me at the get-together six days ago. I miss him, but I’m glad my poor abused vagin.a is getting the rest it needs. God, he really did fuc.k me hard, so hard my thighs were bruised, and so was my puss.y. Coral told me on the way home from the club that day that she knew what I’d done and with whom. She told me I was stupid for allowing Wrench to use me when he was still so mad with me and that it was all a game to him now. Then she told me she was disappointed I would do such a thing. I have no idea how she could tell I had done anything with Wrench. It wasn’t like I smelled of se.x. I snuck into one of the empty rooms and cleaned myself up before leaving. It was a good job I did, too, because Shepard had words with me. He to
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