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The light of someone so utterly pleased and satiated.
He releases my hair and jams his middle and ring fingers into my mouth. I hold on to his wrist to keep from stumbling backward and he uses the chance to smear the rest of his cum on my lips.
His fingers choke me, invading my mouth as if they have every right to, over and over.
And fucking over again.
When he seems satisfied enough, a flash blinds me.
I stare up at the camera that’s covering his eyes.
Did this bastard just take a picture of me in this position?
Yes. Yes, he did.
But before I can try to snatch away his camera, he pulls his fingers from my mouth, then uses them to tuck my hair behind my ears and pats the top of my head.
“You were a good sport, Glyndon.”
And then he effortlessly tugs me away from the edge, turns, and leaves.
I remain in a frozen state, unable to wrap my head around everything that just happened.
The most important of all is, how the hell does that psycho know my name?
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GLYNDON
Idon’t know how I drive home.
There’s definitely crying and some blurry vision as I strangle the steering wheel. But the persistent feeling is the constant need to follow in Devlin’s footsteps and just hit the gas to the nearest cliff.
I shake my head.
Thinking about Devlin under the current situation is about the worst step I can take.
The best step I take, however, is stopping across from a police station with the intention to report what just happened.
One thing stops me from opening my car’s door. What evidence do I have?
Besides, I’d rather die than have my family battle a media war for my sake. Yes, Dad and Grandpa, and even my mum, would probably shred the stranger to pieces and be willing to battle all types of wars for me if they knew.
But I’m not like them.
I’m not antagonistic and I sure as hell don’t want them to be in the spotlight because of me.
I just can’t do that.
And I’m so damn tired. I’ve been tired for months, and this will only add to the weight that has been perching on my shoulders.
Mum will be so disappointed in me if she hears that her little girl is covering for a predator. She raised me with the motto of holding my head up. She raised me to be a strong woman like herself and my late grandma.
But she doesn’t need to know about this.
It’s not that I’m covering up for him. I’m not. I won’t make any excuses for him. I won’t consider it anything less than what it is.
However, it’ll remain buried between me and myself. Just like everything about Devlin.
