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Delilah sat on the couch, tears falling into her cheeks as the evidence stared her in the face. She had suspected, but, had given him the benefit of the doubt. The red lace panties that sat on the coffee table seemed to mock her, taunt her. She swallowed a sob as she heard the door open, bracing herself for the confrontation that was inevitable, another sob rising in her throat.

“No,I’m not drunk.” April looked down at her attire. It was a Mickey Mouse onsie, ears and everything on the hood. “Though, I feel like explaining why I’m wearing this if I were drunk would be much more justifiable.”

Laurel jerked her head back from his touch. “What am I than?” She couldn’t believe this, this happened to other people not to her. “I have a home and I don’t belong to anyone.” Antagonizing her captive was probably not going to get her any points but she couldn’t just stay there. “Does that mean you’ll let me go home if I wanted to? ”