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Quote"A chastity belt?" Amelie said, quiet. Not judging. Just... trying to understand. "You want me to lock you up in... this?"
Jeanette nodded quickly, then shook her head, tears already stinging.
"I don't want to want it. I hate that I do. But I can't stop. I keep proving things to people who don't matter. I dress like bait, I flirt, I act like I don't care, like I'm free. I let people use me like I'm disposable and then I come crawling home."
Her voice cracked. She dropped to her knees again, the tiles cold under bare skin, the glittery dress sliding up, exposing the marks between her thighs.
"I'm not free. I'm a mess. I need you to take it away from me. This part of me. This broken part. Just lock it away. Please, Amelie. Please control my cunt. Please."
Amelie blinked. Her face didn't move. She looked down at Jeanette. Then at the belt again.
"I might," she said eventually, thoughtful. "But if I do... I decide. When. If. Ever. You get out."
Jeanette nodded fast. Her lips trembled.
"That's the point," she said. Her throat was tight. "That's all I want."


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