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Kaya’s POV.
I have a black towel in my hands, which are shaking right now. I can’t even breathe well. It’s morning, and the light from the sun is radiating into the room, supposedly bringing me warmth, but all I feel inside me is a chill.
I’m shivering, not from sickness but from a grasp of fear. It holds me like it’s some second personality, and I can’t help it.
“I need to wash more. I need to wash more.” I’ve been whispering this to myself, or more like muttering the words to myself.
As much as my skin is irritated, I have washed myself off of the scent of the triplet sweats and all of the s*x.
The icy sensation overwhelms me again, intoxicating my mind with bad thoughts, and I run back inside the shower. I am naked anyway, so I just walk under the sprinkling, warm water.
I was
