Trigger warning, this chapter going to have so heavy stuff.
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"What…" Marv was shaking. There was a lump in her throat, tears brimmed her eyes.
"Now" Arioch's voice softened. He wanted to touch her and comfort her, but he knew he wouldn't let her go if he did "Marv…" he pleaded.
Marv's face got stubborn and began to strip down, kicking her shoes off. She pulled the tight long sleeve top over her head, as a tank top into view. Scars crisscrossed up her arms and tears fell at Marv's feet. Arioch fisted his hand. His eyes couldn't stay on those scars. Her fingers caressed the button on her cargo pants, flicking it open and dropping them, relieving the scars that appeared on her shin and curved around to her calf.
