BENITA CELESTINE

I couldn't help but think about it.

Think

Think

Think

And that was exactly what I was told not to do.

But I can't stop it, I can't help it; it's as if it's still happening. The sensation on my lips still feels fresh, and his whispers in my ears are like I am currently hearing them.

I heard the mansion gate open, and I rushed towards my window to peep. I saw Nikita and Greg walk in, with a weird man following behind. I didn't know who he was, but he wore a police ...