“You were never a whore for those men, little mouse. You know why?” “Why?” I whisper. “Because they never owned any part of you. They took what they did not possess. That doesn’t make you a whore; that makes you a survivor.” A sheen of tears wells over my eyes. I drop them to conceal the weakness, but he jerks my head up, refusing to let me hide. A devilish grin quirks his lips up. “But you are my whore. You’re my everything, and you become so much more with each passing day. I possess every fucking part of you, Adeline. Even when you screamed and cried that you didn’t want me, you could never
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