Back Worship 6
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Tris leaned over her. Close, too close, and brushed down her ear, tugging on its end. She squirmed, hips locked in place by the albino’s legs.
“Don’t worry dear.” The voice whispered. “It’s perfectly natural.”
Natural, they preached. Betrayer, the past echoed to her.
“Work out the knot.” She said. More snapped. The biting tongue that drove out others, to keep her alone. No reason to go forward. No reason to go back. No reason to work, but time marched on.
