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Chapter 10

Ashmine

F uck.

Why did something that was supposed to hurt?

That should make me cry out in agony?

Feel. So. Fucking. Good.

I guess I always did enjoy pain with my pleasure.

It was no wonder I fell for them all.

I just couldn’t help myself.

I hoped they wouldn’t kill me, but if they did, I was ready to die. My life had been empty without my three men.

Without my three foster brothers.