C96 Rain, Ruin, and Redemption.

Rain pounded against the car like a relentless drumbeat. I sat there, drenched, my body trembling from the cold, my mind replaying the scene over and over—Celine moaning, her workout pussy lips, the men violating her, Mr. Blade directing it all like some twisted film producer. And Dontrell—he had known. He had allowed it. No, he was in on it.

The car door remained open. Andrew stood there