*Dove*

Cold icy hands. Rotting breath fanning across my skin.

“Look at this golden pussy. Oh, how I have missed you, Dovie.”

A chill ran down my spine. I tried to press my back further into the wall. I needed to get out of here.

“Do you miss me, baby?” His hand crept lower and lower toward my core.

“Please,” I pleaded. “No, please.”

“You’re mine.”

“No!” My body lurched forward in the bed, my skin ...