Kendrick
Steam rose in spirals around me as I stood under the cascading water, the droplets pelting against my skin like a cleansing downpour.
I let the heat seep into my muscles, trying to loosen the tension that had built up over the last few days.
The bedroom was silent except for the distant rustle of leaves outside the window, but inside my mind, a storm brewed relentlessly.
Kimberly.
Her name was a whisper in my thoughts, a persistent echo that refused to fade.
When she first entered my life, I thought breaking her spirit would be easy.
Women like her, meek, obedient, and pliable were supposed to fold under my dominance. And yet, Kimberly was anything but pliable.
She didn’t fight me outwardly; no, that would have been easier to manage. Instead, she resisted in silence
