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Onyx Eyes

Onyx Eyes

by | Jan 26, 2024 | B, Belinda Stuebinger, Short Story

When he touched me for the first time, I knew he’d be the death of me. Those long, cold hands. Sweaty from the anticipation. But I let him anyways. What did it matter? My life was worth nothing, but to him, I was something. I don’t know what or why. I was nothing...