Chapter Twenty-Three

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"So, this is how it's going to end?" The words fell flat from Cierra's mouth as she sat face to face with her captor, who kept her smokey green eyes centered on her face despite the fact that she was as naked as the day that she was placed onto the earth. She didn't answer for a moment, tilting her head to the side with an unreadable expression. Her eyes then raked down Cierra's body in a manner that left her feeling even more exposed than her physical naked body, not leaving a single inch of skin unseen. A triangle of pink darted out to moisten her lips, sending a shiver down the Detective's body, which she regretfully failed to suppress. "For you, yes." She answered finally, giving a slight nod. "I don't want you," Flinching internally, Cierra forced herself to ignore the stab of hur

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