"He looked at my legs - at all the cuts and scars then stared into my eyes. “Don’t do it again.” He whispered. He gently rubbed the back of his fingers up and down them lightly, then he kissed me. I felt everything. And in that one kiss, I knew. I knew this couldn’t be good."

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