Gang bangs and Knife fights

POV Lyra

Dust coated my tongue, thick and dry. The freezing hardwood floor pressed hard against my cheek, sending a sharp chill down my spine that made my teeth chatter. I groaned, blinking open heavy, sleep-crusted eyelids to find the wooden slats of my bed frame hovering just inches above my nose. Somewhere in the middle of the dark night, my deep-seated trauma response hijacked my brain. My sl