Chapter |35|
C A I T L I N' S P. O. V My head aches so bad that for a moment I believe that I've been in another bomb explosion. Instinct is to call out for Knox. But he's not mine anymore. I doubt I'll ever see him again. He probably ran far to get away from me, yet as pathetic as it sounds I know that I still crave him. In this awful shitty moment, all I desire is him. I press my head against my bare shoulder and scrape it against my skin. Crusted blood comes off on my shoulder, staining my white bra strap. How the hell did I get into my underwear? My joints ache as I'm bound to a plastic chair that scratches my ass. Forcing my head up, I take in my new surroundings. There's a faint rotting smell that lingers in the background and a loud dripping noise that echoes. Not much to go off. I can he
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