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His touch was what finally shattered my composure.

Liana’s POV

He didn’t touch me right away. The garbage, slimy and cold, clung to my hair, my face, my clothes, a tangible manifestation of my utter degradation. The stench of stale food, chemical cleaners, and something vaguely rotten filled my nostrils, making my stomach churn. I felt like a l...