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Sawyer
“Make me forget, Ethan… Please, just make me forget,” I plead as I lean in and press my lips against his.
I can't stand the memory of Colton defiling my body. I can't bear the memory of his revolting touches on my skin. I want to replace those memories with something tender, something that erases the pain. I want to replace those memories with a loving touch that cherishes my body, instead of violating it.
I'm tired of carrying the weight of these horrors within me. I ache for relief, for a moment when I'm not haunted by his actions.
“Make me forget Ethan… Please,” I murmur as I kiss him again.
My hands clutch his neck as if he's a lifeboat, saving me from the storm of my inner demons.
Ethan pulls away gently, confusion in his eyes.
“Sawyer, what are
