Vulnerable

Was it the dark?  Was it the way her bound wrists pressed against each other?  Was it the scrape of the ground against her knees?  Or was it simply the cool night air, and his probing fingers that made her feel so vulnerable, so helpless…..and so wet?

Helpless

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