Trapped beneath every scar, bound by a body that no longer feels like her own.

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Lily’s PoV

Time had lost all shape.

Months blurred into each other like blood smeared on glass, it was smudged, meaningless, and grotesque. I had stopped counting the days. It didn't matter how many had passed since Alex died, or how long I'd been locked in this suffocating cycle. Pain doesn't keep track of time. It just lingers. It clings.

And I was drenched in it.

I still felt his hands.

Martin's hands.

The way they pawed at me like I was meat, not a

woman. The way his breath hitched when he pressed...