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by Levantin

Chapter 41

Sunday dragged on like thick tar. I had sat hunched over the books late into the night, eyes burning, fingers cramping from the handwritten drafts. Every shift on the desk chair had been a petty : the freshly relocked resin cage chafed unyieldingly against my irritated, hy...

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Chapter 48

The apartment door swung open, and Loona stepped inside with swift strides. “Nadja! So great you’re already here,” she called out in high spirits, slipping off her jacket and walking toward us with an open, genuine smile. Passing by, she draped an arm warmly around my shoulders....

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Chapter 78

The Berlin U-Bahn ride felt like an endless journey through a feverish tunnel. Every stride along the platform, every descent onto the hard plastic seats drove the stainless-steel ring straight through stiff denim into my pubic bone. The chill of the metal had long since surrende...

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Chapter 84

The stately period apartment in Mitte greeted us with muffled bass, the sharp tang of expensive gin, heavy perfume, and damp asphalt trailing from the guests' shoes. Clusters of medical students crowded the sprawling corridor, laughing loudly and clinking crystal tumblers. Direc...

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Chapter 106

The air between us seemed to thicken, charged with the quiet murmur of the canal, the clink of cutlery from inside the bistro, and the low, persistent thrum of my own trapped pulse. Her thumb traced slow, deliberate circles over the back of my hand, each sweep sending a warm spa...

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Chapter 107

Under the narrow bistro table, the toe of her boot continued its slow ascent. No longer just grazing along my shin, but tracing higher, climbing the inner contour of my thigh with smooth, uncompromising pressure. My breath caught. My fingers instinctively clamped around the edge...

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Chapter 108

Every step on the damp asphalt burned like molten lead. I hurried down the pavement along Kottbusser Damm, my head buried deep in the collar of my jacket. Around me roared the evening traffic of Berlin: the dull rumble of engines, glaring headlights, the clatter of glass bottles...

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Chapter 112

The cool, soft jersey of the grey sweatpants glided over my thighs and settled like a second skin around my hips. Without the protective support of underwear, there was no buffer, no barrier. The massive weight of the stainless-steel housing dragged the thin fabric down merciles...

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Chapter 116

She pulled me up, but before I could reach for the fabric on the floorboards, she shoved my hands aside with an abrupt, dismissive motion. "Not so fast," she said softly. "You haven't earned a damn thing yet." I stood stark naked in the middle of the room, knees weak, cold shiv...

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Chapter 136

The night in my old childhood bedroom had been a single, drawn-out fever dream. Laced tight into damp lace, the steel cylinder pressing relentlessly against my pubic bone, I had lain awake for hours. Every time I shifted in the half-light, the padlock rattled softly against the w...