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The woht look the same on the outside, but her soul had been permanently altered

Sometimes, a sick part of her wished the men who’d hurt her had left so gash across her cheek At least then, people she encountered could tell fro the internal struggle was an exhausting practice that took a huge toll on her every single day No one expected her to hate being touched or panic if men she didn’t know spoke to her But maybe they would if they could see her scars

“Uh, babe? You planning to release ame for another round, but I could use a few minutes to stretch my arms first”

With a resigned sigh, Chloe bowed her head This had to stop One of these days, she’d end up hurt or worse froh hell and honestly wouldn’t survive another attack Neither would her family

So why the hell did she continue to pick up randoe to do this again and again when she’d flip out if a man so much as offered to shake her hand otherwise?

Because she was so very fucked up

And because it was the only tiust

She flipped off theme babe?” she asked as she exited the bathroom

“Sorry,” the guy shrugged “You never told rin that was probably supposed to be boyish and playful, but now that she was done with him, it just made her skin crawl

“And I never will,” she said scanning the floor for her clutch

“Oh, that’s fine My name is—”

“Nu-uh” She held up a hand, using the other to rue around for the handcuff key “Don’t care Didn’t care the first ti off Rooh eleven am if you want to stay”

His forehead wrinkled While not her type with his fancy suit and over processed hair that probably cost hts did, he was an attractive man

She’d chosen this hotel for its beds They had headboards ooden slats, perfect for handcuffing her conquests Spread out and at her mercy, what’s-his-name had the type of body her friends went nuts for Gy of dirty blond chest hair, set her ain none of this was really about sexual attraction

At least not for her