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Chapter Seven - Rid of Me
Helsinki, Finland
India played the piano until her fingers ached yet no lyrics would come. She’d been trying to write for days but now, she gave up. No matter, she had enough songs for three new albums. She always pushed herself too hard. She needed to take a break sometimes, but the thought of not writing or playing was anathema to her.
Still, she ran through some cover versions of her favorite songs, throwing a slower version of FKA twigs’ “Two Weeks” in there. It made her think of Massimo, with its sensual beat and explicit lyrics. India closed her eyes as she sang, imagining Massimo’s hands on her body, his fingertips drifting across her skin, his mouth on hers. Dominating her in bed, his c**k plunging inside her over and over, India tangling her finger
