Alas, that was not how the night would go for Jasmine. By 10 p.m., she was dressed in a soft nightgown, ready to finally let go of the day's stress and indulge in a moment of quiet pleasure.
Her body hummed with anticipation, the memory of Sophia's story still lingering in her mind, teasing her senses. She settled into bed, fingertips trailing slowly over her skin, preparing to let herself sink fully into the moment.
Just then, her phone lit up on the nightstand, vibrating with a series of rapid notifications. Irritated, she glanced at the screen, intending to ignore it, but something about the unknown number caught her eye. Her heart skipped. She had a feeling she knew exactly who it was.
With a sigh, Jasmine picked up her phone, and as soon as she opened the messages, her stomach dropped. The first line alone froze her in place, and as she continued reading, the words blurred.
