Touch Yourself

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[Brielle's POV] I stare at my naked self in the mirror, taking in the curves of my body while picturing what it would feel like for someone to touch them. Since my run-in with that psycho killer earlier on and his taunting, seductive words, I was still all hot and bothered, but not for him. Instead, I wanted someone else, someone that I knew I couldn't have but desperately wanted to meet. Smiling to myself, I pick up my phone and position it so that I can see my whole body in the mirror, and then I'm taking a picture. Fine, if he wanted to play hard to get, then I would just continue to taunt him until he couldn't stand it anymore. “Let's see what you say to this,” I murmur, opening my texts and finding the string of messages between me and L. B: I want you. I send the text while my p

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