Chapter 18 Until You Beg

The pages stare back at me like open wounds.

My breath catches as I run my fingers over the sketch the one that's both the most detailed and the most damning. It's me. Kneeling. Bare from the waist up. My spine arched, my mouth parted just slightly. Hair falling like a curtain over one shoulder.

Beneath it, the words: Until you beg.

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