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The Ritual Shantel Tessier 12190K 2023-08-28

She nods, blinking, and tears run down her face

I rip it off all four layers as quick as I can

“Oh, my God! Ryat, what … how …?”

I slap my hand over my mouth “We have to be quiet,” I tell her

She nods once again, and I remove my hand She sucks in a deep breath, but does as I say “That’s irl”

She whi my hand into her front shorts pocket, I pull out a handcuff key and spin her around, undoing them

“Ryat …” She sobs softly, her shaking hands co up to her mouth to try to quiet it “I don’t …”

“I’ll explain it later, okay?” Before she can explain I kiss her forehead Her hands co into the material of my shirt “Fuck, I’veher tightly

“I love you,” she sobs, digging her face into my chest

“I love you too” I pull away, grabbing her tear-streaked face “I need you to stay here”

“What? No!” Her eyes widen as panic takes over her features “Ryat … no”

“I need you to stay here In the dark I’ll be back, okay?”

“Please” She chokes out, her knees give out Before she can fall, I grab her, gritting my teeth at the pain it causes in my side to help her to the floor I popped several pain pills on the plane ride here, but they’re not really doing any good

“I pro her face I wait for her eyes to focus on et Matt”

“But Tyson—”

“He came with me, Blake He’s here to help us”

I lay infor Phil to return with et the fuck out of here, and I hold my cell to my ear “Hello?”

“Hey Ty, I …”

“Fuck, Ryat! It’s good to hear your voice”

“I need a favor,” I say getting to the point of this call I don’t have the luxury of tiht now

“Name it,” he comments without hesitation