OLIVIA

He wanted me to spend the night with him, in his room.

In. ‘His’. Bed.

After I’d successfully made my way out of his trap?

This was another ruse to get me back in there.

News flash— I actually agreed.

Because… why not?

It wasn’t like I had a choice anyway.

His eyes hypnotized me, and I found myself agreeing and saying things that were the exact opposite of what I had in mind.

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“Your body feels so… cold.”

I’d felt his skin when he gave me a glass of ...