The Heartbreak Prescription

George's grip tightened. With a tearing sound, Wendy's collar was ripped open, exposing her delicate, pale skin to

the cold air.

A wave of memories hit Wendy, taking her back to years age, in a similar cave, where she had been pinned beneath George. The foul stench of his body pressed down on her, and helplessness and fear engulfed her like a tidal wave. She felt as though she was suffocating, as though she was about to die.

That young version of Wendy had been so close to death.

She thought of Big Brother. Why wasn't he here?

Suddenly, Wendy felt a weight press down on her again-George had leaned over her. She closed her eyes, bitterly realizing that even after all these years, when she found herself in a similar situation, her first thought was still of Stanley.

She had grown up in some ways, but in other ways, she hadn't. She still longed for Stanley to come for her.

Deep down, she knew he would never come.

Wendy reached for her waist...

But before she could do anything, a foot kicked out, sending George flying off her. The force of the blow sent him crashing into the cave wall with a loud bang, and a spurt of blood erupted from his mouth.

froze, her eyes darting upward. A handsome, dignified face

Stanley. Stanley had

was now standing before her. Wendy blinked, unsure

cold, his face stern. He carried the chill of the outside

Why was he here?

she stared at him with tearful eyes, her expression that of someone who had been wronged, a look

him as if she hadn't

it over her fragile shoulders, his voice soft but reassuring.

finally felt the warmth of his coat against her chilled skin, a tangible reminder that he had

bloodied and broken, knew it was over for

seducing men ever

a word, Stanley stepped forward and delivered another

coughing up

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