Manipulating Marlene: Part Three
- Tori Hamlin
- Jun 20
- 5 min read
The air outside the house stung Marlene’s face, but it was nothing compared to the burn spreading under her skin. Her first instinct was to run, but with no destination she just power-walked down the block, arms wrapped tight, fists clenched, head dipped as if the world could see the memory playing on repeat inside her skull: her brother, naked, leering, and—God, she’d never get that image out of her head—his monster cock bouncing with every step as he pursued her into the hallway.
