Night is black. No moon. Only wind screaming outside the old house. Zane lights one small candle. Flame dances on walls like ghosts. Shreya sits on mattress. Legs pulled up. Boobs pressed to knees. Note from Lila hidden under torn jeans. Words repeat in head: He will do you same.
Zane watches her. Silent. Naked from waist up. Scars on chest look deeper in candle light. He steps close.


















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