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The Tithe is still inside her.

She walked home with slick thighs and shaking hands, thinking she could outpace the hunger.

She couldn’t.

In this haunted, emotionally raw chapter of the F4F slow burn, Sebrina is stalked by shadow spirits that wear your face… and hers. They whisper what she craves. They dare her to take.

This is restraint on the edge of collapse. This is what it means to want someone without consuming them.

And just when she thinks she’s made it home safe…

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