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Each firm drag of skilled fingers left her a little more alive. Moved inch by inch back into awareness, into feeling, tears tumbled down her cheeks. Every moment he lavished her with his touch and attention, she hated him all the more for making her feel. She hated that it was him that made her thoughts tumble from the sludgy fog, flesh warming as she responded. All the hurts and betrayals welled, suffocating, burning her inside out. She was alone, she’d been betrayed, and a monster had made her his.
Deft and sure, he soothed away every sniffle and quiet sob.
