LEILA
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Misa came inside, her footsteps feels soft as she walked to my side, her presence a small anchor in the storm raging within me.
Her hands moved to my back, soothing, rubbing gentle circles, a silent acknowledgment of the raw terror that still clung to my skin.
“How the hell did my life get to this?” I can barely breathe at this moment “Getting to watch bloodshed every damn day, and then serve him in bed.”
Except that the s*x was perfect in a way that twisted my insides.
How had I even ended up here, in this gilded cage, my body betraying my mind at every turn? My head began to swim, my thoughts a chaotic jumble, my mind drifting to places I tried to keep locked away.
I felt a desperate urge to reach out to my mom again, to hear her voice, to know if she was alright.
