RUBY JUNE.
I glared at my reflection, fingers clutching the sink until my knuckles turned pale. Bruno's message was clear—dress up, rest, and be ready. Tonight, he would claim me, mark me, and make me his. His final act of dominance. My throat tightened, a scream building inside me, but what was the point? Fighting wouldn’t change anything.
I turned away from the mirror, pacing in the small bathroom, my thoughts a rollercoaster of anger, self-loathing, and fear. How had it come to this? How had I let him take so much from me? I wanted to hate myself, but I knew this was his doing—his manipulation.
But that didn’t make the helplessness any easier to bear. I sank to the cold bathroom floor, pulling my knees to my chest. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I let them fall silently. What coul……
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