“I guess I slept through that lecture at The Tower.”
The combination of sweat interacting with the open wounds caused a reaction quite unlike she ever experienced. The now familiar stinging became an excruciating experience.
She imagined her hand placed between a large hole punch. Pressure was applied gingerly, leading to a slow and deliberate increase in pain. Just as her nervous system was about to burst into flames the contraption punched through skin, sinew, and bone to relieve the pressure.
This happened repeatedly, making Evelyn’s idea of foreplay appear like the gentle caress of a lover… Why me?
I’m through with flirtin’…
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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