Work in progress

Here’s mine:

A wry grin tugs at his lips.

And fuck me, but that tiny movement makes my breath catch. I can’t decide if I want to laugh or cry or deck him a good one. Because I forgot how human he looks up close.

I forgot the Devil has dimples.

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Mistress Ann

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  1. From my work in progress Seven, I’m about 10% done . . .

    She was in a cage.
    An actual cage.
    Indignation flushed through her, warming her further and loosening up her stiff muscles enough that she was able to heave herself to her feet.
    A cage.
    How dare that boy kidnap her and put her in a cage. She wasn’t an animal. She was a person, a living breathing human being. She had been treated pretty badly in her sixteen years but no one had ever humiliated her quite like this.

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