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*******MAJOR CONTENT WARNING*******
Consistent and sustained graphic descriptions and mentions of rape/ sexual assault, sexual slavery/bondage, slavery, human trafficking, physical abuse, graphic descriptions of violence, mental abuse, emotional abuse, psychological abuse, body shaming, starvation, torture, forced pregnancy, forced childbirth, miscarriage, forced miscarriage, abortion, and other potential disturbing and triggering topics.
Author’s Note: The picture used in this chapter is the outfit I was describing in Chapter 5.
Aeris receives something she always desired, while Sephiroth battles his guilt.
Aeris had glimpsed the roof of their house, but she’d never set foot above. By Sephiroth’s office were stairs leading up, and the little maid gingerly stepped. It had been a few weeks past their night conversation, and she’d heard noises from above. Scraping and scratching had trickled down, making Aeris jolt up in concern. Once she’d had Myrna over for tea, but her neighbor sipped through without startle. The maid pressed a knuckle to her pursed lips, holding the questions in.
The day following her “meeting” with Miers she’d texted her friend contrite.