Zuri
She woke up again, in her dark purple bed. Justin tried to recreate that feeling with her between her legs once more but was cut off when whoever “666” is called his phone.
It wasn’t hard to guess that one.
He didn’t say much after he got off the phone with the devil himself, but it was very apparent he was making a demand of Justin. One he seemingly wasn’t looking forward to, judging by the harsh breathing and twitching of his fingers. He always got twitchy before he utilized another form of torture on her. It wasn’t always something physical toward her.
He scarred her insides more than anything.
He who had been just as sweet to her, if not more, since he’d returned from whatever happened when he met with Edgar yesterday.
She stretched her limbs thinking back on the particular
