No good will come of this, my conscience urged. You’ll break her heart all over again. Remember last time? Remember her face? Your father already broke her, and you gave him the access, the demon hissed, do you want to sit with the visual of him spreading her legs open like a brood fucking mare, or do you want to forget everything bad you’ve ever seen, felt, and experienced? Because your conscience won’t do that for you. You know what will work, though. You can make it all go away. You don’t have to suffer like this. “I want to forget,” I strangled out, chest heaving, as I pulled up outside
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