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I push my heel into the wooden floor , gliding forward on my tiptoes , back to my soles . I pull my bottom lip between my teeth , chewing on the raw and bruised skin , my teeth tugging at the flesh as my eyes dart toward the bed again . Flutters flow down my skin , the light from the bathroom cascading down the bed and I grip my soaked tendrils , twirling a piece around my slender finger before tucking it behind my crimson ears . "C'mere ," His voice phlegmatic , yet a fraction of menacing weaves through his tone .
My heart stutters , the rhythm picks up pace , the thrum of my heart against my ribs almost aching .
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