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Contrary to what Sasha prefers, her hand is in mine. It’s for an entirely necessary reason other than touch or seduction, and she doesn’t have any choice but to hold on to me for dear life. “Can’t I remove the blindfold? I was wearing it during the whole car ride and you made sure I had no clue where this place is.” “You could still pinpoint this location, so the short answer is no.” Her nails dig into the flesh of my hand with the sole purpose of inflicting pain, but that’s okay. Her being angry and frustrated with me is still better than the bitter pill of indifference. “Careful, we’re walking on an unsteady bridge and there’s a strong current underneath us,” I say as I lead her down a slippery dirt path with the water far enough not to reach us but close enough for her to hear the
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