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I'll do better

SadiaAliHafza
[WARNING: EXPLICIT MATURE CONTENT] I thought I was selling my time. Turns out I sold my soul for eighty-five thousand dollars and a downtown view. I swore it was temporary. One year of overtime, of his hands in my hair, his rules on my skin, his voice turning haram into a moan. One year, then freedom. But every time he bends me over his desk after hours, every time he calls me “good girl” and I come apart on command, I sink deeper. The devil owns me. And I’m terrified I never want to be saved.
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