Instead of roses, he’d gifted me the eyes of my attackers. He’d laid out the rest of them for me to torture. He’d fucked me with his shadow tentacles in the bath while the twins watched on FaceTime, then when he’d taken me up the ass, he’d lost control, shifted, and turned me into a cum-covered finger puppet. It had been seriously fucked up. Like some twisted Peter Pan x Tinkerbell fanfiction shit.
