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I pull up the strap of the nightgown that’s been subtly teasing me for the past twenty minutes. Goosebumps erupt on her skin, and she goes still. She even stops breathing for a second too long. A devilish thought sparks my mind. I wonder if she’ll tremble if my hand innocently touches her breast. I only have a side view of her face, but the more my hand lingers on her skin, the longer she holds her breath. After a quick thought, I remove my hand. While it’s fun to toy with her, the way she’s holding her breath may cause complications. Slowly, her chest rises and falls in a harsh rhythm as she snatches the belt of the robe and ties it around her waist. “Are you mad about something, Sasha?” She whirls around and stares at me with that stupefied expression. “Why are you calling me that?” “Everyone in the unit does. I assume it’s your way of relating to your true name more, yes?” “I never said you could use it.” “Never said I couldn’t.” She narrows her eyes as if I’m next on her shit list,