Chapter18

Louise Baston 1.2k words

 

As Stryker sat beneath the cold downpour of the shower nozzle, fully clothed, he counted the pale blue tiles that lined the walls. It was all he could do to stop himself from screaming.

It was all he could do to stop himself from sprinting down to the kitchen sink...

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