Chapter 50 The Cage Without Bars

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• I wait until Zeke’s footsteps fade before I drag myself upright. My limbs don’t belong to me anymore—boneless, trembling, liquid from the inside out. The tub that had been a rescue now feels suffocating, like I’m drowning in everything he left behind on me. I need the sting of hot water. I need the shower.
• Hauling myself over the porcelain edge is a circus act. My thighs wobble, knees nearly buckle, but I get there, palms smacking against the glass wall of the shower as I stumble in. The second the water pelts my skin, hot and clean, it hits me—I’m not drunk, I’m sex-drunk. And this? This sobers me fast.