The Keyhole

Chapter 18 The Keyhole

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THE KEYHOLE

Spreading your legs in the shower only piqued my interest. It barely makes you safe.

You think I cared how delightful you sounded begging? It’s nothing compared to how a woman sounds when I make her choke.

I’m not testing how prettily you moan, my sweet. I’m testing how well you endure.

Crawl for me, little Annalisa.

Be useful. Learn your place.

Or you’ll end up rotting underground like the others.