You've seen me. The quiet one. Soft smile, polite voice, the girl you'd forget the second you looked away. You probably think you have me figured out. Sweet. Harmless. Predictable.

You don't.

There's a version of me that only one person gets to see — and he doesn't ask nicely. He doesn't ask at all. He takes, and I let him, and the worst part? I love every second of it. The sweet face stays. Everything else doesn't.

This is where the good girl goes quiet in public and absolutely shameless in private. My moans. My gasps. The sounds I make when I stop pretending. Recorded, saved, and waiting for you — because I want you to hear exactly what he does to me.

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