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My head is in the toilet when I hear Maddison walk in and just as I try to look up at her, I sense another wave of nausea hit me and I dry heave until I feel like there is nothing else left in my stomach to come up my dry, sore throat. The moment when Hercules and I returned to the mansion after breakfast, I dashed upstairs to throw up all that I had eaten and the devil didn’t bother to hold my hair out of my face or even stay with me. He walked into the office without a word and shut the door locked, behind him, leaving me to care for myself like always. I guess the thought of me being a puking mess changed his mind of wanting to have s*x with me the entire day and if I'm being honest, Hercules not wanting to be with me does hurt, but right now, what hurts more is my throat and awfull
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