Chapter 18 Anonymous Text

• The silence was deafening. What should I say? How best can I explain the marks on my skin? A few days have passed since the gala, but the marks remained as a testimony of what transpired that fateful night.
• My neck was still red from the tightness of the choker, and the CEO’s bite marks lingered around it, trailing down to my shoulders like a spreading rash.
• I was grateful for the fact he couldn't see the marks from the whiplashes that wrapped around my body like stripes in a zebra.