ဇာတ်လမ်းအကျဉ်း
အတိတ်ကိုလုံးဝမမှတ်မိတဲ့ မိန်းမချောလေးတယောက် လူအရောက်အပေါက်နည်းတဲ့ နယ်မြို့တခုမှာနိုးလာပြီး ကြုံရင်ကြုံသလို အခွင့်ကောင်းယူမယ့် ယောကျ်ားတွေနဲ့ ရင်ဆိုင်လာရတဲ့အခါ
She awoke to the soft golden haze of dawn, her senses alive with the crisp scent of dust and dew. Confusion fluttered through her as she sat up, her curves brushing against the rough-hewn stones beneath her. With each breath, her skin tingled in the cool morning air. She had no memory of who she was—only the delicious awareness of her own body.
Venturing into the silent street, the heat of sunlight stirred the pulse at her throat, and she felt the shock of raw desire entwine with fear. The town’s few residents watched her with hungry interest, their glances lingering on the gentle curve of her hips and the supple strength in her thighs. One man stepped forward, his gaze dark with opportunity, and offered a crooked smile as he traced a finger along her collarbone. His touch sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire she didn’t understand but couldn’t resist.
As predator and prey danced their dangerous game, she discovered a potent truth: her vulnerability was power. With each stolen caress, she learned to harness her allure, twisting it into a weapon sharper than any blade. Each encounter ushered in fragments of her past and steel within her soul.
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