The Woman in the Window

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Chapter 14

I woke. In my bed. Released. Free. Like the sensation of a thousand shackles dropping from my body.

The lingering touch of fingers and tongues caused me to feel filthy. I wanted a shower. I wanted to scrape thin layers from my flesh until my nerves were new. But in the crescendo of my waking, I was interrupted by a sudden surge of pain. I raised my hand to my eyes. My pinky was surrounded by a circle of indentations. Teeth marks. Pulsating and particular. I began to sob, holding my hand to my chest. Overcome with despair, I dropped to the floor where I sobbed and sobbed.

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