Win
“To the highest what?!” I couldn’t help but stand up because I felt suffocated the moment, he opens his mouth and came to those words. I was aware that I’m pacing, and that Trevor is watching me and means that whoever is on watch on the CCTV of this room is also watching. But who the f**k cares? Who the f**k cares at this point? Sell me? Has my life become an ugly documentary now where my body parts are sold to rich people who needed transplants? Sell me? Seriously? “Camille gets back to bed,” I heard him say. If we were not in this f**k up situation, I might have even thought that he sounded sensual but because I’m already freaking out, I can’t even process anything anymore. Sell me? Sell me. They’re planning to sell me. “Sell me?” I pointed at myself, and I can’t help
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