The restroom smelled faintly of fresh perfume mixed with the sharp sting of bleach. Mirabella stood at the long white sink, her trembling hands splashing cool water over her flushed face as she stared at the mirror. She had finally managed to escape Hunter’s suffocating grip, but only because she told him she needed to use the bathroom. If not for that, she was sure he would have kept her pinned on his lap all night, as he uses his hands and fingers to torment her while people watched.

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