I had only known the touch of three men in my entire life up to this point. For Chip it was juvenile and inexperienced, for Easton it was passionate and seductive, but for Cliff it was selfish and possessive. But as I felt the controlling force of his fingertips digging into my fragile skin, my mind drew wild conclusions to what awaited me. Even if I were to have screamed at the very tops of my lungs with desperation, I would be ignored as his influence was greater than my need for assistance. It was a horrible reality to live a life so fortunate in comparison to the majority because there is something they don’t tell you; it’s a life full of fortune and diamonds, but you are blinded from the morals by the pretty things because you can simply buy your way out of them.
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