dress was ripped, my body was a canvas of bruises and cuts, and the
a pa
. I thought it would be a waiting p
was the final
notice was slapped on my apartment door. When I tried to call my art school, they
ruin me in his world.
s like a constant assault. They took pictures of me sleeping on a
nel broadcasting my misery directly to his office.
a homeless shelter, but Julian' s reach extended even there
s," he said, before snatching m
wo thugs found me in an all
f them sneered. They beat me until I couldn' t move, l
ashing over me. I thought I would die. I almost welcom
e suit, holding an umbrella, looking down at me with a
s here. Bar
ant, through the phone. There was a pause, a
there? She has
would die and pop back up at the engagement party for his tenth, fina
o me," Julia
s empty except for a single, stark wooden chair and a cold concrete floor. He had
stood over me, his face a mask of cold fury. He thought he was finally breaking my will,
dea I had a
ime. The pain was a constant companion. T
day, his assistant
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