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She could hear the bones crack in his neck as he turned his skull a few more degrees in her direction.
His fingers went back to toying with her hair while Claire cried herself beyond exhaustion, embraced by a man who lived up to his reputation as a monster.
Dear anyone who finds themselves aroused at this point of the book,
Why are you like this? I'm not trying to kink-shame, I am genuinely curious about people who are very into themes and situations that are absolutely repulsive.
a frost-covered scrapyard on the lowest level, where every breath came out like fog.

