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I sat back, debating how or if I should answer.

Screw it.

I almost provided the answer he was looking for when that tiny nagging sound of my inner voice reminded me why I’d logged on in the first place. I couldn’t allow myself to get caught up in pretending.

Not tonight. Perhaps another night.

Why was I bothering at this point? Because something drew me into the moment as creating the videos had since the beginning.

Do not get off this computer! You don’t want to disobey me. You know what happens to bad little girls when they don’t obey their masters.

The message was startling.

“Fuck you,” I whispered. Wait. The man was toying with me. On purpose.

It also made me… wet. What the hell?

I shifted back and forth, my pussy clenching. Was this Wilder’s latest game?

Another test even though he’d all but forbidden me to participate. Hmmm… I took another sip of wine, my instincts telling me if I had been allowed to return to the game, I’d need to keep the man on his toes.

I wish I could, Stalker, but this bad girl needs her beauty sleep. Maybe I’ll come out and play next time.

Before I changed my mind, I shut down the chat session first, allowing my finger to hover over the delete button for the video. After taking a deep breath, I found the courage to do so.

I shifted the cursor on the trackpad to my profile, clicking on my masked photograph.

Delete Account.

I took another deep breath, only it stagnated in my chest. This was the right thing to do.

If you disappear, I will find you. Then you won’t like what happens next.

Whoa. The words were as off as the message.

What if it wasn’t Wilder?

The message had popped up a split second before I hit the delete button.

Instantly stiff, I closed my eyes and confirmed the deletion.

When I looked again, the screen had disappeared.

So had a significant part of my life, but I knew it was past time to move on. Risking my career just wasn’t worth it.

Besides, there were one too many freaks out there.

CHAPTER25

“In troubled families, abuse and neglect are permitted; it’s the talking about them that’s forbidden.”

-Marcia Sirota

Wilder

We weren’t just a dysfunctional family. We were beasts created in a labyrinth of agony and lies. We were the darkness devouring the light. Our minds were full of fractures and sharp edges, the substance forbidding us from finding our way to a sanctuary.

And forget the concept of salvation.

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