Chapter 35 – Trapped Like Wet Rats
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We left Lynn after we had our fun.
Fear could not be seen on our faces as we walked out of that secluded area. Lynn might have been a douche, but that woman is also familiar with our drill. There is no way that she will reveal her current state to anyone else.
She prides her beauty more than her brain. Over and above that, her remaining friends only followed her because of that face. Their craziness revered Lynn as a mortal granted with beauty and grace. More than being friends, it is more proper for them to be seen as followers of a deluded cult.
They protected her as if their lives depended on Lynn’s blemish-free face. Well, they can protect her more since we still have some time left until we part ways.
A smile was carved into my face when
