queen bed. Nina's long, silky hair, now tangled, sprawled across the snow-white sheets, her body littered wit

sed with each heartbeat, and as she blinked her bright, clear eyes open, a cold realization was

from the previous night. The wild movements, his ferocious bites, the overwhelming pain-it all came rushing bac

and trembling as she stood. With shaky hands, she reached for her dress, only to find it torn to shreds on t

wildly. The man beside her could wake

s around herself, trying to hide her exposed skin, and moved carefully off the bed, crawling on her knees toward the shirt. Her hear

the pit of her stomach. She tied a strip of her torn dress around her waist, fashioning the oversized shirt into a makeshift dress. Her fingers c

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nt of the man-cold, dominating, and suffocating. The faint smell was a cruel reminder of the horrors she'd endured, and it clung

nocence, her control-yet she d

small room. Nina flinched violently, her heart skipping a be

surveyed Nina, taking in the sight of her half-naked body, the bruises, the hickeys littering her skin. Bene

st night had been drugged as well. Grace smirked inwardly. Nina might have suffered, but

malice, though she hid her true

omeone had led her to the club under Grace's name, but she couldn't reveal what had happened.

s across her pale cheeks. She looked fragile, br

irt tighter around her body. Her voice was small, trembling wit

e. Nina was hiding the truth, and it suited

garment, noting its high-quality fabric and elegant craftsmanship. It was just a plain white shirt, yet the refine

Gray's

shirt belonged to *him*. L

nervousness. Her voice sharpened as she dem