I sat there, numb. Not crying. Not moving. Just… creeped out. The metallic scent of blood clung to my skin — his blood — smeared across my naked body. Every inch of me felt violated, and yet, I couldn’t cry. Not because I wasn’t shattered… but because I was too scared to even blink wrong.
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