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Forever Monsieur
“What did I tell you, Love?” He whispers, bare chest against my back, and I erupt, molten lava overtaking every solid organ, every bone, but I mustn’t lean into him. Monsieur doesn’t like that.
I revert to my native tongue, my lust-dazed mind attempting a rough translation - Qu'est-ce que je vous dis, l'amour?
Ah! English. He wants me to always speak English while we are here, in the Americas.
He rips my gown away, leaving me entirely at his mercy.
“Here.” Monsieur hands me a hand mirror, his voice soothing.
“Fix your face. These tears mar your beauty, and you know I detest weakness. I will return when you are…prepared.”
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