Angry

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Samantha I open my eyes slowly. I stand up and beeline for the bedroom, shame fills me. I fall first on the bed and scream a string of curses into the pillow. My body is pulsing from their touch, craving more of only what they can offer. No one else can get me that excited except for them, and that's scary. You don't need to get attached to their touch or anything. You are a prisoner here, nothing but a prisoner. I chant. No, I can't let them get to me. I will make sure of that. I will stick to my everyday schedule of the gym and other activities to keep my mind focused and my body in shape. The day flies by and dinner is brought to my room. The twins did ask for us to have dinner together, and I faked being sick. I can't keep messing with fire, I will get burned, that much I know.

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