Manipulating Marlene: Conclusion
- Hamlin
- Jul 3
- 4 min read
Eric didn’t even give her time to breathe. He stood, pulled Marlene upright by her hair, and shoved her forward so she landed on hands and knees in the sticky, sweat-soaked space between the bed and his desk. The carpet burned her knees, but the sting didn’t even register—her whole body was one raw, throbbing nerve.
