Hi everyone! It feels like I've been gone for ages, I'm so sorry for dropping off the face of the planet like that. When things are especially hectic, the only thing I really want to do is write, but I can't. It's torturous! As time continued to press on, I was flabbergasted at the overwhelmingly positive response garnered from the last update! Twenty-one of you wonderful readers left a review, achieving a MILESTONE of over 100 reviews total. I couldn't believe it; you guys are all just so incredible! It has been a pleasure to write this story for such a dedicated bunch of readers.
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Regine all but jolted awake, a desperate gasp escaping her lips as she inhaled what seemed like her first breath in days.
As her eyes snapped open, all she could see was blackness around her, almost instantly pulling her back into a deep sleep once again. Fighting to remain awake, she shook her head instinctively and tried to overcome the exhaustion threatening to take over, her heavy eyelids drooping slowly no matter how hard she fought off the temptation.
It was as if she was rising from the dead after an eternity of nothingness; her body ached, her head rang, and Regine couldn't remember the last time she had felt this tired in her entire 22 years of living.
What the hell had even happened last night?
It was the first question that sprang to her mind the instant she awoke, although her memories were still too muddy to come up with the answer she desired, leaving her to lay idly in the darkness for a bit longer until she was sure she could remain awake without drifting back into a lifeless sleep for god knows how long. If it had not been for the throbbing inside her head, she might've done just that, but the mounting pain only pushed her closer to consciousness.
Either this was the worst hangover Regine had ever experienced or she was suffering from some kind of head injury; at least that would provide an explanation for this bizarre form of amnesia she was currently experiencing along with the agony of being hit in the face with a crowbar. Bits and pieces of the night before were flashing before her eyes, but something was keeping her from putting the entire sequence of events in order. For the life of her, Regine could recall neither the beginning, middle, or end of the last 12 hours, but she did remember one thing. God, it was all she could think of now as her body trembled in response.
David's eyes.
Because of course they were all she could really remember.
Her mind was all but overflowing with images of his eyes and nothing else, as if there was no room for any other memory for her to hold, like everything else had been forcibly pushed out. Thrown away.
Those glacial eyes had been gazing down at her so intently at one point in the night but Regine couldn't remember why or even when, if it had actually happened at all. She wasn't entirely convinced she was really awake but instead trapped in some eerie fever dream where up was down and escape was futile. The room she was in was too dark, giving her no clues as to what time of day it was, puzzling her all the more.
Perhaps she really was dead after all.
She certainly felt like it. Her aching bones cracked with every small movement but she pushed away the discomfort and unexpected pain to the back of her mind as she attempted to find out where the hell she was. From what she could tell, she wasn't naked. Only her boots had been removed, her toes wriggling around freely in her socks. Patting herself gently in the darkness, Regine confirmed that she was still wearing the little black dress she had decided to wear before going out with Jane.
Suddenly, all logical thought then ceased, causing Regine to stiffen as soon as Jane's face crashed into her mind.
Was she safe? When was the last time she saw her?
Ugh! There was no point in even trying! A mental wall, seemingly formed from indestructible concrete, stood between her and the events of last night. The only thing she could do now was get up and what, retrace her steps? If only she knew where to begin…
Rubbing her temples to keep the pounding in her head at bay, she groaned and eventually rose from the bed, only for her feet to meet soft and familiar carpeting. A passing flicker of hope filled her as she made her way to the perimeter of the room, trying to find some source of light to guide her.
Her heart leaped when she recognized the feel of her very own bedside lamp hovering just underneath her fingertips, was she actually home?
Flicking the switch to illuminate the space, her thoughts were confirmed immediately; every tossed aside article of clothing lay exactly where she'd previously discarded them, the hazy lingering scent of tobacco smoke infinitely more welcoming to her now that she knew her old cigarettes butts gathered on her desk were to blame.
Regine couldn't help but let out a deep breath of overwhelming relief. It was bad enough she had no recollection of last night's events, but she would've been even more screwed had she woken up in a strange, possibly even dangerous, place. All alone.
Now all she had to worry about was Jane, as per usual…
"Oh good, you're alive."
The voice coming from behind her was all too familiar, yet Regine was startled anyway, spinning around despite the protests of her sore limbs to find the girl in question leaning against her doorframe.
Relief washed over her briefly before being replaced with frustration as she scowled at the brunette.
"Me? I could say the same about you! I woke up and didn't know where you were. You could've left me a note or something," Regine lectured, her voice hoarse. God, she needed some water.
Jane scoffed in disbelief as she stepped into the room.
"Are you high? You told me yourself not to wait up for you! I thought I'd maybe see you later on in the night but you must've gotten home at sunrise or something so really, I'm the one who should be pointing the finger, alright? Sheesh."
"I-I told you not to wait for me? When?" Regine asked, her brow furrowed in confusion, any previous defensiveness falling quickly away, her posture slouching in a more relaxed position.
Jane crossed her arms.
"You really don't remember? Well, this is new. You must've been pretty messed up then. At the bar, hello? You cornered me in the bathroom stall with your googly eyes and told me you were leaving with one of Paul's friends. Remember Paul?"
Pinching the bridge of her nose, Regine nodded. "Of course I remember Paul. So, then what?"
Enjoying her position of power a little too much, Jane tapped Regine on the forehead before flouncing down on her bed. "You tell me, sweet pea. You left with what's-his-name and I hung out with Paul for the rest of the night at the bar until he took me home."
A few seconds passed by as Jane's expression subtly turned from arrogant to quizzical. "Or at least, I'm pretty sure that's what happened. You weren't the only one a bit messed up last night. I remember something about a motorcycle then all of the sudden being in my bed. Which kinda sucked because I thought Paul and I had been having a good time but...whatever. I woke up this morning for class and found you all snuggled in your bed. Simple as that."
It was slowly becoming apparent that Regine was not going to solve the mystery of last night as easily as she'd hoped. "So you're telling me you had no idea where I was until you saw me this morning?"
"Yep, pretty much," Jane said with a shrug.
"Then how the hell did I end up back here?"
Clearly growing bored with all these questions, Jane threw her head back onto the bed dramatically with a loud sigh. "Doesn't Blondie have a bike, too? I dunno, seems kinda obvious to me. You got black-out drunk, had some fun with your boy toy, then he took you home. I've had crazier drunk stories than that, believe me."
Accepting that she'd still have to remain clueless for the time being, Regine mimicked Jane by lying beside her in a similar relaxed fashion. "I hope you're right. I mean, I feel like I've been hit by a truck. Maybe even multiple trucks."
Jane laughed, although it wasn't all that funny to Regine. "Yeah, that's normal. Go drink some pickle juice and just take it easy, you'll feel right as rain in no time," she promised, nudging Regine's shoulder with her own.
"I'm sorry for ditching you. I don't know what came over me," she murmured earnestly. It wasn't like Regine to just leave her best friend alone at a bar and she wasn't about to let that simply slide under the radar.
Jane was uncharacteristically quiet for awhile until she spoke again, leaving Regine to wonder if she really had been upset by her actions, making her feel horrible. Yet what came out of her mouth was not what Regine had been expecting.
"Don't worry about it. Ya know, I think someone might be in love," she quipped, drawing out the last word until it became some sort of a melody.
Sitting up like a bullet, Regine stared down at her in utter bewilderment, eyes wide and mouth dropped open.
"Wha- love!? Me? You must be kidding, right? I've known the guy less than a month! It's just a fling – at most!"
"Mmm I don't know, you seemed pretty far gone when you were telling me about him last night. I knew something was up with you."
"That's because –," she struggled to find the right words. "I was drunk, okay? Like out-of-my-mind wasted."
"Sure, uh huh. I guess we'll see, won't we."
Regine huffed while flipping her hair in a half-assed attempt to shield her face.
"In love. God, I can't believe you," she muttered under her breath, more to herself than anything. Had she lost her damn mind? Jane consistently bugged her about a new guy every week! Never did the word "love" even cross Regine's brain when her friend would hopelessly prattle on and on about her new squeeze of the week. What would make her think this was any different? Just because Regine didn't bring around a new one every week didn't mean she was suddenly head over heels in love with the one guy she told Jane about. It was so unfair.
But it didn't matter. Jane hopped off the bed and skipped away with an assured smile, knowing full-well Regine's blushing cheeks betrayed every single one of her flustered protests.
The rest of the day passed by slowly, the minutes dragging along until Regine was sure she'd go insane.
Nothing seemed to shake this particularly unforgiving hangover, leaving her all but bedridden with a splitting headache and a dull soreness spread all throughout her body, every muscle and joint sore and heavy as lead. All the pickle juice in the world couldn't protect her from the sun's harsh rays hitting her so brutally from her window, forcing her to close her dark curtains so tightly that not even an inch of light could enter. Jane was working on homework in the living room while softly playing some of Regine's favorite songs from their sound system, hoping it'd make her feel at least semi-human again. The two painkillers she'd given her didn't seem to be doing all that much.
As much as Regine appreciated the sentiment, she longed for silence. And darkness. The outside world was clearly her enemy today. There appeared to be no remedy on the planet to ease the constant hammering in her brain, her thoughts overpowered by the agony of it.
While she knew she should be worried about going to work later, Regine couldn't help but tirelessly ruminate over the night before, trying desperately to fight through the pain in her head and access her memories, yet every single time she came up short. David's penetrating gaze was the only tangible image she could ever find, replaying the small moment countless times, hoping to create a string of events but with no such luck. They had been somewhere dark and cold. Not being able to understand why, an old chandelier kept etching itself into her mind, yet it didn't logically fit into any part of the night. She must've dreamt about it or something. She could see white candles lit all around her, anywhere and everywhere she turned. Had that been a dream, too?
A part of her yearned for David to be here with her now, to comfort her, a wish she knew was pointless and silly. He was not what most could consider a comforting presence, but she had grown used to his aloofness by now and craved the rare touch of his hands on her body despite her current desire for solitude. A deep sense of uneasiness had been present the second she had stirred, giving her reason to wonder whether something unusual had happened last night. Oddly enough, what she wanted most was for David to hold her and tell her everything was okay, never even thinking once that he had hurt her in any way.
It was something she just couldn't explain, maybe she had done something wrong last night, explaining why she was feeling so weird…
The only thing she could do as she lay in bed is ponder all the endless possibilities, the real answers hopefully revealing themselves the next time she could speak with David. However, she knew the only way to feasibly see him would be to drag herself out of bed and go to work, where he might or might not be waiting for her, a feat that was slowly starting to seem like an impossibility as the day turned into night, her body still feeling like a fresh corpse.
It took every ounce of energy within her to reach for her landline to phone Jenna, begging her to cover her shift for the night. While she noted a slightly disapproving tone to the girl's voice, it was clear from Regine's miserable pleading that this wasn't some bullshit story to try and get a day off, so of course Jenna would cover for her, just like Regine knew she would. After leaving early the other day and now completely ditching her shift tonight, the thought of dealing with Vinnie tomorrow night made her shudder. Maybe she could buy him a shot or something to ease the tension, she had to save her ass somehow…
With her spirits now somewhat lifted, she took the opportunity to take a long-awaited shower, being sure to crank the knob all the way to the left and making the water as cold as her aching body would allow. Wincing just a bit as the rigid spray hit her skin, she began to scrub herself clean in an attempt to wash away the night before, like it had never happened. She was tired of thinking about it, tired of getting frustrated at her wretched memory. Snapshots had slowly started to trickle into her mind over the past few hours, but nothing that seemed to make any logical sense. The harder she tried to focus on the fading images, the blurrier they became.
A pool table, Jim Morrison, marijuana, Marko's jacket, cold sand, Jane's echoing laugh, David, David, David.
That was all she had when she really concentrated. Meaningless recollections all scrambled up in her mind. She cursed herself for being so irresponsible for consuming as much alcohol as she apparently had.
By now, she was out of the shower but still felt unclean. Combing through her hair and throwing a small silk robe around her body, the sound of soft rain began to patter on her window pane, calming her nerves somewhat. After hours of battling the agonizing drumbeat in her head, Regine curled back into bed, throwing the covers over her entire body, head included. Forcing her eyes closed, she prayed for sleep. With everything else proving to be a failure, it was all she could do to try and take the relentless pain away.
She wasn't asleep for long. What had been full of fitful twisting and turning, warped dreams, and the infernal pounding of her head was not her idea of a relaxing state of unconscious oblivion.
It had been almost too easy for her to hear a subtle tapping sound coming from outside her window, more insistent than the gentle pitter-patter of the rain that had lulled her to sleep in the first place. The storm had grown angry and blustering as the hours passed, the hasty clap of thunder echoing all throughout Santa Carla in short bursts of intensity. A branch from the nearby tree slamming against the window could've been to blame for the sound and yet Regine still decided to inspect the noise regardless.
Pulling her robe tighter to herself, she walked slowly to the window, a slight chill running up and down her spine. As she drew closer, the noise intensified in both volume and speed, growing more impatient, almost mimicking the rattling in her head.
Yanking her curtains open, she nearly flew backwards in terror, a ghostly dark figure mere inches from her face separated by the glass.
David.
Before she could register that it was, in fact, him, she let out a yelp in surprise, his dark form standing tall and imposing on their balcony landing. The only thing she could see clearly was the shock of white hair on his head, currently getting dowsed with rain, his other features almost entirely enshrouded in shadowy darkness. Blinking away her surprise, she barely noted his expectant hand gesture aiming at the window's latch and yet still darted towards it, unlocking it with shaking fingers.
Pushing upwards, she opened the window as much as possible, giving him an adequate amount of space to crawl through. Regine paced backwards, expecting him to hop right in, yet he stood hunching in the same position, waiting for something. Peaking out a few inches closer to see what was up, she waved her hand impatiently.
"Aren't you gonna invite me in?" His voice was clear and unwavering even with the rain beating down around them.
Regine gawked in his direction, his face too dark to focus on. "Are you serious? Just get in here already!"
It was baffling that he could still be so difficult despite being caught in a raging thunder storm, seemingly in no hurry to take shelter. Her words were followed by his instant maneuvering to get inside; clearly that was all he needed to hear with his body gliding into the room effortlessly.
Deciding to keep her lamp turned off so as not to awaken Jane in the next room, Regine busied herself with lighting a few sparse candles she had around her room, trying to distract herself from the fact that David was actually in her room in the middle of the night. Just the two of them, all alone.
It also didn't help her nerves when Regine realized she was wearing a robe and nothing else. With David in her room alone.
Watching each wick ignite made her eyes twitch, the brief fragments of lit candles bringing her back to the night before, unsettling her with no real reason why. David stood in silence behind her, his eyes following her around the room, until she eventually turned from her desk to face him.
One look at him made her forget all about the candles.
"Oh my god, you're soaked!" she cried in a whispered tone, coming towards him without thinking twice. Just as she suspected, his ever-present thick coat was now even heavier, soaked through from the rainwater, tiny droplets falling off his cuffs and onto her carpet. His hair was no longer spiked and instead had been pushed back to keep out of his face, presumably. The look suited him but Regine brushed that thought away quickly, instead choosing to focus on unfastening the buttons of his coat, her fingers fumbling in the dark.
David observed her hands in silence then glanced back at her with a wicked smile.
"I knew I made the right decision coming over here," he murmured quietly as he continued to watch her push the jacket over his shoulders, doing her best to avoid direct contact with his skin.
She snorted. "Come on, we gotta take that hulking thing off. You're ruining the carpet."
Once it was thrown over the windowsill, he now stood before her in a damp black t-shirt, which only served to cling to every part of his upper torso, accentuating his chest and stomach in the most delicious way, much to Regine's horror. She swore they both could hear her heart beating a hundred miles a minute, especially after looking down and realizing he had also forgone his leather gloves for the night, leaving his hands bare. Images of his fingers trailing along every curve of her body flooded her mind without warning and she suddenly felt the need to look away from him to keep from turning that into a reality.
"I have a front door, you know," she stated matter-of-factly, her entire body igniting at the sight of his gloveless hand rising to cup her face as she spoke, his skin as cold as ice, frozen down to the bone.
Chilled fingers stroked her cheek lightly and she didn't dare turn away, his eyes boring into hers.
"Yeah? And where would the fun be in that?" His voice was low and his breathing steady, Regine thought it strange he was so relaxed and not shivering to death from the cold. He appeared completely at ease.
Feeling a little too comfortable herself and wanting to feel his skin underneath her fingertips for a change, she delicately grasped the arm holding her face, tracing small patterns along his bicep, averting her gaze as she did so.
"I don't know. Staying dry seems pretty fun to me," she tried to joke, her hushed voice almost breathless.
David narrowed his eyes but the rest of his expression remained neutral. "How about this, I'll consider using the door next time."
The way he said it sounded too assured for Regine's liking, almost as if she had no choice in the matter, rubbing her the wrong way in a sense. Maybe her exhaustion was to blame for her sudden shift in emotion, and her piercing headache was certainly not helping the matter in the slightest. Stepping away from him in defiance, Regine crossed the room to lean against the windowsill, her arms folded.
"I'm sorry, did you say next time? Funny, I don't remember extending an invitation for a second meeting."
Giving a sigh, David resolved to take a few steps backwards and recline on her bed instead of engaging contact again, his slick body no doubt ruining her sheets for the night. Regine guessed she deserved that.
"And here I thought you'd be happy to see me," he replied, his tone more entertained by her sour mood than upset by it.
Stupidity filled her for the second time that day, all the defensiveness holding her shoulders ramrod straight seeping out of her body. She was being ridiculous.
Groaning, she waved a hand through her damp hair and tried again. "I'm sorry. I am. It's just this damned headache I've had all day. It literally feels like my brain is vibrating out of my skull," she complained, hating how weak she must've sounded to him. "Remind me never to drink that much again, alright?"
Rather than laughing at her like Regine was expecting, he sat up a bit, leaning on his elbow, "That bad, huh," his face thoughtful for a spell before looking at her again. "C'mere, I got an idea."
She bit her lip and pondered what he could possibly have in mind. "What are you gonna do, smack the pain outta my head?"
Sitting up farther, his eyes grew dark with impatience, suddenly no longer in the mood for games. "Just get over here, Regine."
Her eyes narrowed, but she conceded.
"Okay, fine. Whatever you say," she said in defeat as she slowly approached him, her footsteps dragging across the carpet. She'd been content to stop and stand a few feet away from him until David looked up at her with an eyebrow raised expectantly, his finger pointing to the spot directly next to him on the bed.
Before she could fully ease onto the mattress, he was already pulling her closer, his arms bringing their bodies so close she was almost on his lap, not like that was a new thing or anything. Her shallow breathing was now even more embarrassing with him being right there, but he didn't seem to notice – or he just pretended not to – with his hand already beginning to glide over her forehead with more softness than Regine thought him capable of possessing. He seemed to be searching for a particular spot along her skull, his brow furrowed in concentration as they continued to sit together in silence.
"Alright now hold still, sweets. We're gonna fix you right up," he said it with such conviction, Regine had no other choice but to believe him. Even if he was acting downright insane.
She continued to wait, his hands placed on either side of her head for the briefest of seconds before she grew too impatient, eager for the pain to just be over already.
"I don't feel anything," she whined but David ignored her. Letting her eyes flutter closed, she decided to focus on his steady breathing instead of the pain. A few seconds later, he removed his hands and Regine could feel him lean forward to whisper in her ear, sending warm tingles down the length of her neck.
"How about now? Still hurt?"
She frowned in disappointment. "What do you mean, of course it – wait." The beating in her head had suddenly slammed to a halt before she could fully comprehend her newfound ability to think clearly again. "It's gone. My headache, it's – holy shit, how did you do that?"
He shot her a cocky grin, clearly very pleased with himself.
"Don't worry about it, gorgeous. Always been good with my hands, is all. On that note, you got any other part of your body in need of a little T.L.C? Just say the word and I'd be happy to lend my services," he prodded, eyes shining with mischief as his hands began to slide down her legs, bringing them forward to drape across his lap. Regine's eyes left his and traveled down to his wandering hands, which were now gripping her calves to hold her to him, her stomach fluttering at the sight.
Finally freed from the hellish agony caused by the clanging in her brain, Regine was feeling more playful then she'd been previously. David had to know she wasn't going to give in that easily.
"What, no way. Get those freaky things away from me," she teased, trying to escape from his hold on her, his grip only tightening the more she fought him. "What are you anyways, some kind of witchdoctor or something?"
His eyebrows raised as his smile grew, dragging her towards him so that she was almost completely on top of him now. "I think what you're trying to say is 'thank you.' Now how about a reward for a job well done," he hinted suggestively, clearing the hair out of her face and sweeping it behind her shoulders so he could look at her fully.
Regine felt weak when he looked at her this way, like they were right back in the Pink Room again.
Right back where it had all started.
Only this time, they were alone. He wasn't paying for her company and she wasn't torturing herself over her buried feelings for him. They were uninhibited. With that thought, she wrapped both arms around his neck and pushed herself closer to him, his wet shirt sliding against the shining fabric of her robe as David moved to press his lips against hers.
He kissed her softly at first, taking her bottom lip and sucking it lightly until Regine sighed at the sensation of it. She returned the kiss by matching his rhythm perfectly, tilting her head somewhat to give him more access to her mouth, a sign he quickly took advantage of by slipping his tongue inside to massage against her own.
Shivering at the taste of him, Regine clung to his neck, trying to draw him in deeper, needing to feel more of him. David responded almost instantly, dragging his hands from her waist to clutch her hips tightly, squeezing the flesh there, leaving no space in between their bodies as they moved against each other. Their kisses grew from gentle to ferocious then, his mouth all but devouring hers, Regine swirling her tongue along the length of his until she heard him groan into her mouth.
Her hands were everywhere, stroking his tensed arms that were holding her so firmly, weaving through his hair, and raking over his chest until finally, her fingers dipped underneath the damp cotton to feel the cool flesh of his stomach, resolving to just yank the entire thing over his shoulders to be rid of it at last, much to his approval. Continuing her exploration, Regine broke the kiss begrudgingly to gaze down at his bare abdomen for the first time, failing to find a single flaw no matter how hard she looked. His broad chest was rising and falling with each haggard breath and tendons strained underneath the smooth flesh of his arms as his fingers continued to press against her, almost painfully.
David's gaze never left her lips as she eventually ceased her ogling to look back at him, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks at having been caught.
His actions became more slow and deliberate then, hands traveling to her middle where Regine could feel the ties of her robe begin to loosen. As his eyes flicked from her stomach to her face, he observed her reaction intently, searching for just an inkling of hesitancy before making any more sudden moves. Biting her lip to keep from smiling, Regine felt herself nod gently, reveling in the visible spark igniting in his eyes as he loosened the tie completely, his hands twitching with need to feel more of her skin.
It was obvious he'd seen her naked before, but somehow this was different.
Better.
Much, much better.
He was free to caress her any way he wanted, to touch her the way she so badly yearned to be touched by only him.
Parting her robe to slip in between the silk, David began by roughly grabbing hold of her waist, keeping her steady, before leaning forward to draw her into another burning kiss. His free hand glided over her ribs until decidedly trailing upwards, tracing the valley between her breasts before wrapping his fingers around her neck.
In an attempt to spur him on a bit more, she took his tongue between her lips and sucked gently, his hips thrusting upwards in response, causing Regine to bite back a satisfied giggle.
He broke the kiss to exhale deeply, squeezing her waist hard enough to leave a behind a few marks as he rested his forehead against hers.
"What're you tryin' to do to me, huh," he whispered, a breathless laugh escaping his lips.
He had presumably taken her ministrations as sufficient enough encouragement to explore even further, his hands immediately finding her breasts, grasping their fullness and massaging the sensitive flesh with his palms. Regine tore away from his mouth to bite down on his shoulder to keep from crying out from the unexpected level of pleasure he was creating within her. Brushing a thumb against her peak, Regine couldn't help but let out a soft moan then, the ecstasy beginning to take full control, David kissing her even harder as his touch left tantalizing traces of hot desire across her skin.
She needed more. More of his touch, more of his lips, more of his chilled skin against hers, everything. It was all too much and yet she still desperately needed more of him.
With their mouths moving in perfect harmony and Regine trying to match his level of roughness, she decided to bite down a little harder on his lower lip this time, her teeth accidentally puncturing the skin. Besides a slight wince in pain, David paid it no mind and continued stroking her chest, much too busy with his exploration to care about a little sting.
In an attempt to ease the pain, her tongue dragged along the small wound, a drop of blood sliding into her mouth as she did so.
Suddenly, everything came to a screeching halt and her whole world went black. It had all happened so fast.
In the blink of an eye, Regine froze, her arms tightening around David as fear took over her entire body, her face contorting in a level of pain she'd never experienced before. It was then that thousands of images came spiraling into her mind all at once, zooming by with every fleeting millisecond, the taste of David's blood still fresh on her tongue.
It was then that Regine finally remembered.
Every memory of the night before came hurtling back to her, stunning her into shock and expelling all the air from her lungs in a single instant.
It was then that she remembered David was a monster.
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