Dahlia felt him stiffen.
She had done something wrong.
She heard his question and nodded weakly. It still hurt to move.
Maybe the duration of the story would give her enough time to figure what was going on.
She remembered this man's voice. She remembered pain. She remembered a different man, restraining her, hurting her, but that was it.
There was nothing else.
It didn't feel like she had forgotten.
It felt like there wasn't anything there to begin with.
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