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Please love me

Waring: this has lots of smut, degrading, abuse and harassment…please be carefull. it ends good but just be aware. the story is based on 'the canyons'

Summary: Lindsay had left Y/n years ago for the rich producer Dalton but when Y/n gets proposed to play a part in Daltons movie, Lindsay immediately falls for the girl again.

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In the dimly lit restaurant, the air was thick with tension as Y/N sat across from Lindsay and her pompous boyfriend, Dalton. Y/N stole glances at Lindsay, feeling a pang of nostalgia mixed with resentment. They had once been inseparable, but Lindsay’s pursuit of wealth and status had torn them apart.

Dalton, with his smug demeanor and air of entitlement, seemed to relish in his superiority over everyone at the table. Y/N gritted her teeth, silently fuming at his condescending remarks towards Lindsay.

“So, Y/N,” Dalton began, his tone dripping with arrogance, “I hear you’re still trying to make it in this town. Must be tough, huh?”

Y/N forced a tight smile, refusing to let Dalton’s disdain get to her. “Yeah, it’s a grind, but I’m holding my own.”

Lindsay shot Y/N a sympathetic glance, her eyes silently pleading for understanding. Y/N felt a twinge of guilt at the sight. Despite everything, she still cared for Lindsay deeply.

As the conversation drifted to Dalton’s latest film project, Y/N’s ears perked up. A role in his upcoming movie? It was an opportunity she couldn’t afford to pass up, no matter how distasteful it was to work alongside Dalton.

“Actually, Y/N,” Dalton said, his voice oozing with faux generosity, “I’ve been thinking about casting you in a role. It’s a small part, but it could be your big break.”

Y/N exchanged a hesitant glance with Lindsay, who offered a reassuring nod. It was a chance to prove herself, even if it meant swallowing her pride.

“That sounds great, Dalton,” Y/N replied, masking her reluctance with a forced enthusiasm.

As the meal progressed, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling of déjà vu. It was like old times, with Lindsay by her side and their shared dreams of making it big in Hollywood. But reality soon intruded, reminding Y/N of the chasm that had formed between them.

“I need to use the restroom,” Y/N announced, pushing back her chair.

Lindsay’s eyes widened with realization, and she quickly rose to her feet. “I’ll come with you,” she said, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Alone in the restroom, Y/N leaned against the sink, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. Lindsay hovered nearby, her presence a bittersweet reminder of what could have been.

“I miss you,” Lindsay blurted out, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N’s heart ached at the confession, her own feelings too raw to ignore. “I miss you too,” she admitted, her voice choked with emotion.

For a moment, they stood in silence, the weight of their unspoken desires hanging heavy in the air. But reality soon intruded, reminding them of the obstacles that stood in their way.

“We can’t keep doing this, Lindsay,” Y/N said, her voice tinged with sadness. “You made your choice, and I made mine.”

Lindsay nodded, her eyes filled with regret. “I know,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the din of the restaurant.

As Y/N leaned against the sink, her mind whirled with conflicting emotions. Lindsay’s presence beside her stirred up a storm of memories and desires that she had long tried to bury. But as Lindsay’s words hung heavy in the air, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a surge of protectiveness towards her former lover.

“You don’t deserve to be treated like this, Lindsay,” Y/N said, her voice laced with frustration. “Dalton’s a jerk, and you know it.”

Lindsay flinched at the harshness of Y/N’s words, her eyes pleading for understanding. “Please, Y/N,” she whispered, her voice tinged with desperation. “Don’t say that.”

Y/N softened at the sight of Lindsay’s vulnerability, her heart aching at the pain she had caused. “Baby, he’s no good for you,” she said gently, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from Lindsay’s face.

Lindsay recoiled at the endearment, her eyes brimming with tears. “Don’t call me that,” she murmured, her voice barely audible over the hum of the restroom’s ventilation.

Their gaze locked, and for a moment, the world fell away, leaving only the two of them in their shared moment of vulnerability. Y/N’s heart clenched at the sight of Lindsay’s tear-streaked face, her resolve crumbling in the face of their undeniable connection.

“I knew you still cared,” Y/N admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I saw it in your eyes weeks ago when we started…screwing around again.”

Lindsay’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening with surprise. “Y/N, we can’t keep doing this,” she said softly, her voice tinged with regret. “Dalton checks my phone, and if he finds out…”

Y/N’s heart sank at the reminder of the barriers that stood between them. “I can’t let you go, Lindsay,” she confessed, her voice choked with emotion. “I never stopped loving you.”

Lindsay’s expression softened at the confession, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “You need to take Dalton’s proposal,” she said quietly, her voice tinged with resignation. “There’s a…scene in the movie, and after that, it’ll be the last time we…you know.”

Y/N’s heart shattered at the thought of their inevitable parting, but she knew Lindsay was right. With a heavy sigh, she nodded, steeling herself for the pain that lay ahead.

As they returned to the table, Y/N plastered on a smile, determined to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

As Y/N and Lindsay returned to the table, the atmosphere had shifted. Dalton sat there, an air of arrogance surrounding him like an invisible cloak. His eyes bore into Lindsay, possessive and domineering, as if she were nothing more than a prized possession to be flaunted.

“Finally, you two are back,” Dalton remarked, his tone dripping with superiority. “I was starting to wonder if you’d gotten lost.”

Lindsay forced a tight smile, her eyes darting nervously between Y/N and Dalton. “Sorry about that,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Amalia shot Y/N a concerned glance, silently urging her to stay calm. But Y/N could feel the anger bubbling beneath the surface, fueled by Dalton’s blatant disregard for Lindsay’s feelings.

“So, Y/N,” Dalton began, his gaze lingering on Lindsay possessively. “Have you considered my proposal for the movie?”

Y/N clenched her jaw, struggling to maintain her composure in the face of Dalton’s arrogance. “Yeah, I have,” she replied through gritted teeth. “I’ll do it.”

Dalton smirked, his ego inflated by Y/N’s compliance. “Excellent,” he said, his voice oozing with self-satisfaction. “I knew you’d come to your senses eventually.”

Lindsay shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her eyes downcast as she toyed with her napkin. Y/N’s heart ached at the sight, knowing that Lindsay deserved so much more than Dalton’s callous treatment.

“I need to use the restroom,” Lindsay murmured, her voice barely audible over the din of the restaurant.

Dalton’s eyes narrowed, his possessive gaze following Lindsay’s every move. “Don’t be long,” he said, his tone laced with thinly veiled warning. “I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

As Lindsay hurried away, Y/N’s fists clenched with fury. How could Dalton treat her like she was nothing more than an inconvenience? But before Y/N could voice her anger, Amalia placed a calming hand on her arm, silently urging her to bide her time.

When Lindsay returned to the table, her eyes were red-rimmed from crying. Dalton’s expression softened slightly, a hint of concern flickering across his features.

“Are you okay, babe?” he asked, his voice tinged with faux sympathy.

Lindsay forced a tight smile, nodding weakly as she took her seat beside him. But Y/N could see the pain lurking beneath the surface, hidden behind a mask of compliance.

As the meal progressed, Dalton’s arrogance seemed to grow with each passing moment. He spoke over Lindsay, dismissing her opinions as if they were inconsequential. Y/N seethed with anger, her frustration reaching its boiling point.

“I think we should order dessert,” Dalton declared, his gaze flickering towards the waiter with an air of entitlement.

Y/N couldn’t take it anymore. With a surge of determination, she stood up from the table, her voice ringing out clear and strong.

“Actually, Dalton,” she said, her tone laced with defiance, “I think we’re done here.”

Dalton’s eyes widened in shock, his arrogance faltering for the first time. But Y/N didn’t wait for a response. With a final glance at Lindsay, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the restaurant, leaving Dalton’s arrogance behind her like a bad memory.

Y/N stood outside Dalton and Lindsay’s lavish Malibu home, feeling a mix of anticipation and trepidation. She had agreed to come over to rehearse scenes for Dalton’s movie, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Still, she pushed aside her doubts and knocked on the door.

Lindsay opened the door, her figure draped in a silk robe that left little to the imagination. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat at the sight, her pulse quickening with arousal and confusion.

“What the heck are you wearing?” Y/N whispered, her eyes darting nervously around the foyer.

Lindsay’s expression darkened with sadness, her eyes downcast as she muttered, “Dalton made me do it. Let’s just drop it.”

Y/N bit back a retort, sensing Lindsay’s discomfort. Instead, she followed Lindsay into the living room, where Dalton sat on the couch in nothing but his underwear, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Ah, Y/N, glad you could make it,” Dalton said, his voice dripping with arrogance. “We have some scenes to go over, and I thought we could…exercise together.”

Y/N’s confusion only deepened at Dalton’s suggestive tone, but she nodded reluctantly, taking a seat beside Lindsay on the couch. As Dalton began to explain the scene they would rehearse, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“We’ll be rehearsing the scene where Lindsay’s character seduces yours,” Dalton explained, his eyes lingering on Lindsay possessively.

Lindsay shifted uncomfortably beside Y/N, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. But before she could protest, Dalton’s snarky comments cut through the air like a knife.

“Come on, Lindsay, let’s see some real acting,” Dalton sneered, his tone laced with mockery.

Lindsay clenched her fists, her eyes flashing with defiance. “I’m trying,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N felt a surge of anger at Dalton’s callous treatment of Lindsay, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand. With a determined nod, she turned to Lindsay, pulling her closer by the waist.

“Let’s just focus on the scene,” Y/N whispered, her voice tinged with urgency. “Don’t think, just do.”

Lindsay nodded, her eyes meeting Y/N’s with a mixture of longing and uncertainty. With a deep breath, she leaned in close, her lips brushing against Y/N’s ear as she began to seduce her in earnest.

As Dalton interrupted their scene, Y/N’s heart sank, a sense of foreboding creeping over her. His devilish smile sent shivers down her spine as he declared his intention to demonstrate how the scene should be played out. Y/N’s protests died in her throat as Dalton effortlessly picked up Lindsay, his strength and dominance on full display.

Lindsay’s eyes flickered with a mix of fear and defiance as Dalton threw her onto the couch, stripping away her robe with a callous disregard for her dignity. Y/N’s stomach churned with disgust as Dalton’s intentions became clear, his predatory gaze fixed on Lindsay with possessive hunger.

Y/N watched in horror as Dalton descended upon Lindsay, his actions crude and forceful. Lindsay’s cries filled the air, but it wasn’t fear that fueled them—it was desire. Despite the circumstances, Y/N could see the longing in Lindsay’s eyes as she looked at her, a silent plea for understanding and forgiveness.

With each passing moment, Y/N’s heart shattered into a million pieces, her love for Lindsay warring with the disgust she felt towards Dalton. But as Lindsay’s moans grew louder, Y/N realized with a sinking feeling that Lindsay was putting on a show for her, a desperate attempt to reclaim some semblance of control in a situation that had spiraled out of her grasp.

“Lindsay…” Y/N whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of Lindsay’s cries.

Lindsay’s eyes met Y/N’s with a mixture of shame and arousal, her desire burning bright despite the darkness that surrounded them. And as Lindsay called out Y/N’s name instead of Dalton’s, a surge of hope blossomed within Y/N’s chest, a flicker of light in the midst of the darkness.

But Dalton’s interruption shattered the moment, his voice cutting through the air like a knife as he hovered over Lindsay, demanding to know what she had said. Y/N’s heart clenched with fear as she watched Lindsay struggle to find the words, her gaze flickering between Y/N and Dalton with uncertainty.

In that moment, Y/N knew that they were playing a dangerous game, one that could destroy them both if they weren’t careful. But despite the risks, she couldn’t deny the pull of their forbidden love, the magnetic force that drew them together even in the face of danger.

As Dalton ordered Lindsay to the bedroom, Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest, a knot of anxiety twisting in her stomach. She watched in silence as Lindsay rose from the couch, her eyes pleading with Y/N for understanding. But before Y/N could protest, Dalton turned his attention to her, his gaze burning with lust and dominance.

“You,” Dalton said, his voice dripping with arrogance, “strip down. We’re going to rehearse the adult scene.

Y/N’s mind reeled with shock and disbelief. She had agreed to rehearse scenes for Dalton’s movie, but she hadn’t anticipated being thrust into such an intimate and uncomfortable situation. With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Y/N nodded reluctantly, her hands trembling as she began to shed her clothes.

As Y/N carefully removed each article of clothing, she couldn’t shake the feeling of vulnerability that washed over her. Dalton’s eyes followed her every move, his gaze predatory and possessive as he watched her undress.

Once Y/N was naked, Dalton gestured towards the staircase, his voice laced with command. “Upstairs,” he ordered, his tone brooking no argument.

With a heavy sigh, Y/N followed Lindsay up the stairs, her mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. She knew that agreeing to Dalton’s demands was a mistake, but she couldn’t bear the thought of leaving Lindsay alone with him.

As they entered the bedroom, Y/N’s eyes widened at the sight before her. Lindsay lay sprawled across the bed, her body tense with anticipation. Dalton stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes devouring Lindsay with a hunger that made Y/N’s skin crawl.

“Filthy girl,” Dalton murmured, his voice laced with admiration. “So eager to please.”

Y/N’s stomach churned at Dalton’s words, her disgust warring with her concern for Lindsay. But before she could voice her protests, Dalton began to explain the scene they would rehearse, his words sending a shiver down Y/N’s spine.

“You,” Dalton said, turning his gaze towards Y/N, “are going to go down on her. Eat her out like the filthy little slut she is.”

Y/N’s blood ran cold at Dalton’s words, her mind reeling with horror and revulsion. But as she looked into Lindsay’s eyes, she saw a flicker of defiance and longing, a silent plea for understanding and forgiveness.

With a heavy heart, Y/N knew that she had no choice but to comply with Dalton’s demands. As she moved towards the bed, her hands trembling with fear and uncertainty, she couldn’t shake the feeling that they were playing a dangerous game, one that could destroy them

As Y/N began to kiss Lindsay’s neck, a wave of tenderness washed over her, drowning out the sound of Dalton’s lewd comments. She focused all her attention on Lindsay, determined to give her pleasure and make her forget, even if just for a moment, the oppressive presence of Dalton.

Lindsay’s breath hitched as Y/N’s lips trailed along her skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Y/N’s heart swelled with love and longing as she lavished attention on Lindsay’s neck, her fingers tracing delicate patterns along her spine.

Dalton’s voice, though still present, faded into the background as Y/N continued her ministrations. She ignored his praises of Lindsay’s “filthy” behavior, refusing to let his crude remarks taint the intimacy they shared.

With gentle hands, Y/N began to explore Lindsay’s body, her lips trailing down to her breasts. Lindsay gasped as Y/N’s tongue flicked across her sensitive skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Dalton’s words became nothing more than a distant echo as Y/N whispered sweet nothings into Lindsay’s ear, her voice a soothing balm against the storm raging outside their sanctuary.

“You’re beautiful,” Y/N murmured, her breath warm against Lindsay’s skin. “I love you.”

Lindsay’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking with Y/N’s with a mixture of gratitude and desire. In that moment, they were no longer trapped in Dalton’s twisted game—they were two souls bound together by love and longing, finding solace in each other’s arms.

With tender care, Y/N continued her journey downward, her lips trailing lower and lower until she reached Lindsay’s core. Dalton’s crude comments faded into the background as Y/N focused all her attention on giving Lindsay the pleasure she deserved.

But as Y/N’s lips met Lindsay’s most intimate places, Dalton’s voice cut through the air like a knife, spouting filthy comments that made Y/N’s skin crawl with disgust.

As Dalton spat another filthy comment at Lindsay, Y/N’s blood boiled with rage. But she bit her tongue, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead, she focused on comforting Lindsay, her touch gentle and reassuring as they navigated through Dalton’s twisted game.

Once they were done, Y/N and Lindsay dressed silently, their movements heavy with the weight of the moment they had shared. Y/N’s heart ached as she watched Lindsay, her eyes filled with a mixture of longing and sadness.

As they prepared to part ways, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that settled in the pit of her stomach. She knew that the road ahead would be fraught with challenges and dangers, but she couldn’t bear the thought of facing them alone.

“Hey, Lindsay,” Y/N said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lindsay looked up, her eyes meeting Y/N’s with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. “Yeah?”

Y/N took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to say. “I was thinking…would you meet me tomorrow at the cafe downtown? I just…I need to talk to you.”

Lindsay’s eyes widened with surprise, her lips parting in astonishment. “Sure,” she said, her voice tinged with excitement. “I’d like that.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of Y/N’s lips as she watched Lindsay, her heart swelling with love and hope. Despite everything they had been through, she knew that their love was worth fighting for, even in the darkest of times.

As they said their goodbyes, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of optimism for the future. No matter what obstacles lay ahead, she knew that as long as they faced them together, they could overcome anything that stood in their way.

The next morning, Y/N waited anxiously at the cafe downtown, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched the door, waiting for Lindsay to arrive. When Lindsay finally entered, her red hair cascading over her shoulders in loose waves, Y/N's breath caught in her throat.

"Lindsay, you look... stunning," Y/N said softly, a warm smile spreading across her face.

Lindsay blushed, her cheeks flushing with color at the compliment. "Thank you," she murmured, her green eyes sparkling with gratitude.

As they settled into their seats, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of urgency that gnawed at her insides. She knew that she needed to convince Lindsay to leave Dalton, but she also knew that it wouldn't be easy.

"Lindsay," Y/N began, her voice gentle but firm, "you need to get away from Dalton. You're not safe there."

Lindsay's expression softened with concern, but she shook her head stubbornly. "Dalton loves me," she insisted, her voice tinged with desperation.

Y/N's heart ached at Lindsay's naivety, her love for her former lover warring with her frustration at her stubbornness. "Lindsay, that's bullshit," she said bluntly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Dalton doesn't love you. He's just using you for his own pleasure, and then tossing you aside like you're nothing."

Lindsay's eyes filled with anger, her fists clenching at her sides. "You don't know him like I do," she spat, her voice laced with defiance.

Y/N's heart sank at Lindsay's resistance, but she refused to give up. "Lindsay, listen to me," she said, her voice pleading. "I love you. I can't stand to see you hurt like this."

Lindsay's expression softened at Y/N's words, her gaze meeting hers with a mixture of longing and uncertainty. "But Dalton loves me too," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N shook her head in disbelief, her frustration reaching its breaking point. "Lindsay, open your eyes," she pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation. "Can't you see that Dalton's just using you? You deserve so much better than this."

As Y/N asked Lindsay one more time to leave Dalton, her heart pounded in her chest, the weight of her words heavy in the air between them. But Lindsay's response shattered Y/N's hopes like fragile glass.

"We shouldn't meet anymore," Lindsay said, her voice barely above a whisper as she rose from her seat.

Y/N felt a surge of panic grip her heart as Lindsay moved to leave, the ache of rejection piercing her soul. "What about yesterday?" she blurted out, desperation creeping into her voice. "What about when we were together, when we..." Her voice trailed off as Lindsay's footsteps quickened, threatening to disappear from her life once again.

But Lindsay stopped in her tracks, her body tensing at Y/N's words. Y/N's heart raced with a mixture of fear and hope as she rushed after Lindsay, determined to make her see reason.

"What about yesterday?" Y/N repeated, her voice trembling with emotion. "I saw the desire in your eyes, Lindsay. Don't pretend like it didn't mean anything to you."

Lindsay hesitated, her green eyes clouded with uncertainty. But then, with a sudden burst of determination, she forcefully crashed her lips against Y/N's, her kiss fierce and desperate.

For a moment, time stood still as Y/N melted into Lindsay's embrace, the warmth of her touch melting away the walls that had separated them for so long.

As Y/N picked Lindsay up and carried her to her car, a sense of urgency gripped her heart. Lindsay's desperate pleas for Y/N to take her echoed in her ears, driving her forward with a fierce determination to protect the woman she loved.

Carefully laying Lindsay on the backseat, Y/N's hands trembled with a mixture of fear and desire as she leaned over her. Lindsay's tear-streaked face pleaded with Y/N, her eyes brimming with longing and desperation.

With gentle hands, Y/N began to kiss down Lindsay's neck, her lips tracing a path of fire along her skin. Lindsay's fingers fumbled with Y/N's shirt, her need for closeness evident in every touch.

"Dalton isn't soft and sweet with you like I am, is he?" Y/N murmured against Lindsay's skin, her voice thick with emotion.

Lindsay's cries of pain and sadness pierced the air, mingling with the sound of their ragged breaths as Y/N pulled her dress up, exposing her bruised thighs and hips. Y/N's heart shattered at the sight, her fingers trailing over Lindsay's bruised skin with gentle reverence.

As Lindsay averted her gaze, unable to meet Y/N's eyes, Y/N's heart clenched with sadness. "Lindsay, you're beautiful," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "Stunning."

Lindsay's sobs filled the car, her body trembling with a mixture of pain and desire as Y/N's lips trailed lower, kissing her thighs with tender affection. With a deep breath, Y/N lifted Lindsay's dress fully, revealing the bruises that marred her body.

As Y/N's lips met Lindsay's core, a shiver of pleasure coursed through her body, mingling with the pain and sadness that still lingered in the air. Lindsay's cries echoed in the confined space of the car, a symphony of desire and desperation that fueled Y/N's determination to give her lover the comfort and pleasure she deserved.

With each tender kiss and gentle caress, Y/N sought to erase the scars of Dalton's cruelty, to replace them with the warmth of her love and the sweetness of her touch. Lindsay's body arched against Y/N's, her fingers tangling in Y/N's hair as she surrendered to the waves of pleasure that washed over her.

But as Lindsay's cries grew louder, a knot of fear tightened in Y/N's chest. She knew that their time together was fleeting, that they were dancing on the edge of danger in the unforgiving landscape of The Canyons. But in that moment, all she could focus on was the woman in her arms, the woman she loved more than life itself.

As Y/N's lips trailed higher, her tongue tracing delicate patterns along Lindsay's skin, she felt a sense of peace wash over her.

as Lindsay's cries reached a fever pitch, her body trembling with release, Y/N knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, they would face them together, their love stronger than any obstacle they faced.

As Y/N and Lindsay dressed themselves again, a heavy silence hung between them, the weight of their actions pressing down upon them like a suffocating blanket. Lindsay's phone buzzed with a message from Dalton, and her heart sank as she read his demanding words asking where she was.

"Dalton's texting me," Lindsay murmured, her voice tinged with anxiety as she glanced at Y/N.

Y/N nodded, her expression grim. "You need to text me when you get home, okay?" she said, her voice soft but firm. "I need to know you're safe."

Lindsay's fingers trembled as she typed out a response to Dalton, her heart racing with fear and guilt. How could she face him after what had just transpired between her and Y/N? But she knew she had no choice but to return to the lion's den, to face the consequences of her actions head-on.

As Lindsay made her way home, the weight of her deception bore down upon her, each step heavier than the last. She forced a smile as she entered the front door, her heart pounding in her chest as she greeted Dalton with a casual "hi, baby."

But Dalton's expression was stony, his eyes boring into Lindsay with a cold intensity that made her blood run cold. "Where have you been?" he demanded, his voice laced with suspicion.

Lindsay's stomach churned with fear as she grabbed a bottle of wine, her hands trembling as she tried to appear nonchalant. "Just lunch with Amanda," she lied, her voice wavering with uncertainty.

But Dalton wasn't convinced, and he rose from the table with a menacing grace, his eyes fixed on Lindsay with a predatory gleam. As he approached her, Lindsay's heart raced with dread, knowing that she was about to face the consequences of her betrayal.

As Dalton drew dangerously close to Lindsay's face, the air crackled with tension, his presence looming over her like a dark cloud. Lindsay's heart raced in her chest as she felt his breath hot against her skin, his words a whispered threat that sent a chill down her spine.

"Lunch with Amanda smells a lot like Y/N," Dalton muttered lowly, his voice dripping with venom.

Lindsay's mind raced as she struggled to maintain her composure, her stomach churning with fear and guilt. How could Dalton know about her secret rendezvous with Y/N? Had he somehow found out the truth about their forbidden love?

Giggling nervously, Lindsay attempted to deflect Dalton's accusations, her voice trembling with false cheerfulness. "Oh, Dalton, how could you know how Y/N smells?" she said, her laughter forced and hollow.

But Dalton's eyes narrowed with suspicion, his gaze boring into Lindsay with a steely intensity that made her blood run cold. "Don't play games with me, Lindsay," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I know the truth."

Lindsay's heart plummeted as she realized that Dalton had seen through her charade, that he knew about her affair with Y/N. Panic surged through her veins as she struggled to come up with a plausible explanation, but deep down, she knew that there was no escaping the truth.

As Lindsay stuttered, her words faltering under Dalton's intense gaze, her mind raced with fear and desperation. She knew she was trapped, caught in a web of deceit from which there was no escape. But as Dalton's growl of possession echoed in her ears, her heart hammered in her chest with a primal fear.

"What do you mean?" Lindsay stammered, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

Dalton's eyes flashed with anger, his possessive grip on Lindsay tightening with each passing moment. "Are you fucking Y/N behind my back?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

Lindsay's breath caught in her throat, her mind reeling with panic. She knew that admitting the truth would only make things worse, but lying to Dalton would only delay the inevitable.

"No," Lindsay whispered, her voice barely above a whisper as she met Dalton's gaze with wide eyes filled with fear.

For a moment, there was silence as Dalton processed Lindsay's answer, his expression unreadable. But then, with a calmness that sent shivers down Lindsay's spine, he spoke.

"I'm going to bed," Dalton said, his voice cold and detached as he turned away from Lindsay and walked towards the bedroom.

Lindsay stood frozen in place, her body trembling with fear as she watched Dalton disappear from view. She knew that she had dodged a bullet for now, but she also knew that the storm was far from over.

The next morning, Lindsay awoke to find her phone missing from its usual spot on the nightstand. Panic surged through her veins as she realized that she had no way of contacting Y/N or anyone else outside the confines of Dalton's home. Desperate to retrieve her phone without alerting Dalton, Lindsay carefully detangled herself from his embrace and tiptoed towards the landline phone in the bureau next to their bedroom.

With trembling hands, Lindsay dialed her own number, hoping to hear the familiar ringtone that would lead her to her missing phone. But as the sound echoed through the room, Lindsay's heart sank as she realized that it was coming from Dalton's nightstand.

Taking a deep breath, Lindsay approached the drawer where the sound was coming from, her fingers trembling as she reached out to retrieve her phone. But before she could even touch it, a sudden force slammed her against the wall with brutal force.

Pain exploded through Lindsay's body as she collided with the hard surface, her breath knocked from her lungs as she struggled to comprehend what had just happened. Blinking back tears, Lindsay turned to face Dalton, her eyes wide with shock and fear.

"Dalton, please..." Lindsay pleaded, her voice barely a whisper as she tried to make sense of the situation.

But Dalton's expression was cold and unforgiving, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity that sent shivers down Lindsay's spine. Without a word, he reached down and grabbed Lindsay's phone from the drawer, his grip tight and possessive as he held it out of her reach.

"You thought you could hide this from me?" Dalton growled, his voice low and dangerous as he glared at Lindsay with undisguised contempt.

Lindsay's heart pounded in her chest as she realized the magnitude of her mistake, the realization sinking in that she was trapped in a nightmare from which there was no escape.

As Lindsay stood against the wall, Dalton's words cut through her like a knife, each insult a blow to her already shattered sense of self. Tears streamed down her face as she listened to Dalton's venomous tirade, his accusations echoing in her ears like a relentless drumbeat.

"You're nothing but a slut," Dalton spat, his voice dripping with disgust. "Spreading your legs for that idiot Y/N. Did you really think I wouldn't find out?"

Lindsay's heart shattered as Dalton's words pierced her soul, her pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears. "No, please, Dalton," she begged, her voice choked with sobs. "I swear, I didn't..."

But before she could finish her sentence, Dalton was upon her, his hands grabbing and pushing her with brutal force. Lindsay stumbled backwards, her body trembling with fear as Dalton's rage consumed him.

With a savage motion, Dalton's hand lashed out, striking Lindsay across the face with a resounding slap. Pain exploded through Lindsay's skull as she recoiled from the impact, her cheek stinging with the force of the blow.

"You're a slut, Lindsay," Dalton sneered, his voice filled with contempt. "A worthless whore who deserves nothing but my wrath."

Lindsay's world spun as Dalton's words washed over her, her mind reeling with disbelief and despair. How had things gone so horribly wrong? How had she ended up in this nightmare of her own making?

But as Dalton continued to berate her, his hands pulling at her hair with cruel abandon, Lindsay knew that there was no escaping the hellish reality of her situation. Trapped in Dalton's grip, she could only pray for a miracle to save her from the darkness that threatened to consume her.

As Dalton's rage reached its peak, his words became a torrent of filth and degradation, each syllable a cruel reminder of Lindsay's helplessness in the face of his brutality. Lindsay's heart pounded in her chest as she braced herself for the onslaught, her body trembling with fear and revulsion.

With a savage motion, Dalton pushed Lindsay onto the bed with brutal force, his hands gripping her nightdress and pushing it up, exposing her vulnerable form to his leering gaze. Lindsay's cries of protest fell on deaf ears as Dalton loomed over her, his smirk twisted with sadistic pleasure.

"What a pretty girl you are when you submit," Dalton sneered, his voice dripping with malice as he towered over Lindsay.

Tears streamed down Lindsay's face as she lay pinned beneath Dalton's oppressive weight, her body shaking with a mixture of fear and disgust. She had never felt so powerless, so utterly at the mercy of another human being.

But as Dalton forcefully entered her, a cry of pain tore from Lindsay's lips, her body wracked with agony as he violated her with cruel abandon. She felt like she was being torn apart, her soul ripped to shreds by Dalton's savage assault.

Through the haze of pain and despair, Lindsay could feel Dalton's hand closing around her throat, cutting off her breath with a vice-like grip. Panic surged through her veins as she struggled to free herself from his suffocating grasp, but Dalton's strength was overwhelming.

As darkness threatened to consume her, Lindsay's mind raced with a desperate plea for salvation.

As Dalton finally pulled out, leaving Lindsay bruised and broken, his contemptuous sneer twisted into a grotesque mask of satisfaction. Lindsay lay on the bed, her body trembling with pain and humiliation, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to comprehend the horror of what had just transpired.

"You're nothing but a worthless slut," Dalton spat, his voice dripping with disdain as he looked down at Lindsay with disgust. "I hope you enjoy being used, because that's all you're good for."

Lindsay's heart shattered into a million pieces at Dalton's callous words, her spirit crushed beneath the weight of his cruelty. She felt like a hollow shell of her former self, stripped of dignity and hope by the man who claimed to love her.

As Dalton turned and walked away, leaving Lindsay alone in the darkness, she curled into a ball, her body racked with sobs of despair. She couldn't believe that this was her life now, trapped in a nightmare of her own making, with no escape in sight.

Through the haze of pain and anguish, Lindsay's mind raced with thoughts of Y/N, the only beacon of light in her otherwise bleak existence. But even as she longed for the comfort of Y/N's embrace, Lindsay knew that she was too broken, too damaged to ever find happiness again.

And as she lay there in the silence of the room, her body bruised and battered, Lindsay prayed for a miracle to save her from the darkness.

As Lindsay lay there, battered and bruised, the morning sunlight filtering through the curtains offered no solace, only a cruel reminder of the nightmare she couldn't escape. She felt like a shell of her former self, her spirit broken and her body ravaged by Dalton's cruelty.

Suddenly, Dalton's arrogant voice shattered the silence, his words cutting through Lindsay's haze of pain and despair like a knife. "Get up and dress sexy," he demanded, his tone dripping with disdain. "We have a meeting."

Lindsay's heart sank as she listened to Dalton's callous command, her stomach churning with dread at the thought of facing the outside world in her current state. How could he be so indifferent to her suffering, so oblivious to the agony she was enduring?

With a heavy sigh, Lindsay forced herself to sit up, her body protesting with every movement. She felt like she was moving through molasses, each step a Herculean effort as she struggled to comply with Dalton's demand.

As she forced herself to dress in clothes that felt like a mockery of her pain, Lindsay couldn't help but feel a sense of resignation wash over her. She was trapped in Dalton's world, a prisoner of his cruelty, with no hope of escape in sight.

And as she followed Dalton out of the room, her spirit crushed beneath the weight of his arrogance, Lindsay knew that she was nothing more than a pawn in his twisted game, a plaything to be used and discarded at his whim.

As Dalton grabbed Lindsay by the ass, his touch sending shivers of revulsion down her spine, Lindsay fought to suppress a wave of nausea. She felt like she was suffocating in Dalton's presence, his arrogance and cruelty a suffocating weight that threatened to crush her spirit.

"You should behave like a good girl," Dalton sneered, his grip tightening on Lindsay's flesh with possessive force. "We wouldn't want people to think you're anything less than perfect."

Lindsay's cheeks burned with humiliation as Dalton's words echoed in her ears, his contemptuous tone a constant reminder of her powerless position in his world. She felt like nothing more than a puppet on a string, forced to dance to Dalton's twisted tune.

As they drove to the meeting, Lindsay sat in silence beside Dalton, her mind swirling with a mixture of fear and loathing. She couldn't believe that she had allowed herself to become trapped in this nightmare, a prisoner of Dalton's cruelty with no hope of escape.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Lindsay felt a sense of dread wash over her as she sat next to Dalton at the meeting table. The two men across from them leered at Lindsay with hungry eyes, their gaze stripping her bare in a way that made her skin crawl.

"Wow, Dalton, you really know how to pick 'em," one of the men said, his voice oozing with sleazy admiration. "She's a real beauty."

The other man chuckled, his eyes raking over Lindsay's body with undisguised lust. "I bet she's a good fuck," he said, his words like a punch to the gut.

Dalton laughed, his voice filled with smug satisfaction. "Oh, she's really good to use," he said, his tone dripping with arrogance. "Isn't that right, darling?"

Lindsay's heart sank as Dalton's words washed over her, the realization sinking in that she was nothing more than an object to be used and discarded in Dalton's twisted game.

As Dalton continued to make filthy jokes at Lindsay's expense, the men at the table laughed uproariously, their voices mingling with Dalton's in a cacophony of cruelty. Lindsay felt sick to her stomach as she listened to their lewd comments, her cheeks burning with shame and indignation.

"Can we fuck her?" one of the men asked, his eyes glittering with anticipation as he leered at Lindsay.

Dalton shrugged, his smirk twisted with malice. "Why not?" he replied, his tone flippant as he waved a dismissive hand in Lindsay's direction.

Lindsay's heart raced with panic as Dalton forcefully pulled her up from her seat, his grip on her arm like a vice as he pushed her towards the back rooms of the restaurant. She stumbled forward, her mind reeling with disbelief at the nightmare unfolding before her.

The men followed behind like dogs on a leash, their lecherous gazes burning into Lindsay's skin as they eagerly anticipated their turn with her. Lindsay felt like she was living in a nightmare, her body trembling with fear and revulsion as she was herded towards the private rooms at the back of the restaurant.

With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Lindsay knew that she was about to be subjected to unspeakable horrors at the hands of Dalton and his cronies. And as she stepped into the darkness of the private rooms, her spirit shattered beneath the weight of their cruelty.

As Lindsay stuttered, her voice trembling with fear and desperation, she summoned the last shreds of her courage to make a desperate plea to Dalton.

"C-can I have my phone back?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she met Dalton's gaze with wide eyes filled with pleading.

But Dalton's response was swift and merciless. With a brutal shove, he pushed Lindsay down onto the bed, the force of his actions knocking the wind from her lungs. Lindsay gasped for breath as she struggled to comprehend the horror of what was about to unfold.

The men wasted no time in shedding their clothes, their eager anticipation palpable in the air as they advanced towards Lindsay like predators closing in on their prey. Lindsay's heart pounded in her chest as she tried to summon the strength to fight back, but she knew that she was no match for Dalton and his cronies.

With a cruel grip, Dalton grabbed Lindsay's chin, his touch like fire against her skin as he forced her to meet his gaze. "Be a good girl," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "Spread your legs."

Lindsay's stomach churned with revulsion as she felt Dalton's fingers dig into her flesh, his words a cruel reminder of her powerlessness in the face of his brutality.

Tears welled in Lindsay's eyes as she stared up at Dalton, his face twisted into a grotesque mask of dominance and cruelty. She felt a sickening combination of fear, shame, and anger coursing through her veins as she realized the depth of the depravity she was about to endure.

With trembling hands, Lindsay obeyed Dalton's command, slowly parting her legs as he demanded. The men's lecherous grins only fueled her sense of dread, their hungry gazes stripping her of any remaining sense of dignity.

As Lindsay lay there, exposed and vulnerable, she felt a surge of defiance rising within her. She refused to let Dalton and his cohorts break her spirit completely. But before she could muster the strength to fight back, Dalton's rough hands were on her, his touch sending waves of revulsion coursing through her body.

Lindsay clenched her teeth, determined to endure whatever horrors awaited her, but every touch, every caress felt like a violation of her very being. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out the sounds of Dalton's laughter and the men's eager whispers, but they echoed in her mind like a relentless refrain.

As the men closed in, their hungry hands reaching for her, Lindsay's heart sank. She felt like a puppet, powerless to resist as she was dragged deeper into the darkness of Dalton's twisted world.

And as the first wave of pain washed over her, Lindsay knew that she was alone, trapped in a nightmare from which there was no escape. She could only pray for the strength to survive the horrors.

As the men finished with Lindsay, their callous laughter and crude remarks echoing in the air, Lindsay lay on the bed, her body trembling with pain and humiliation. She felt utterly violated, her spirit shattered by the brutal assault she had endured at the hands of Dalton and his cronies.

With a cold detachment, Dalton looked down at Lindsay, his expression unreadable as he ordered her to get dressed. Lindsay's hands shook as she reached for her clothes, her fingers fumbling with the fabric as she struggled to compose herself.

But as she pulled on her clothes, each movement a painful reminder of the violation she had endured, Lindsay couldn't stop the tears from flowing. They streamed down her cheeks, leaving trails of mascara in their wake as she wept silently, her sobs muffled by the darkness of the room.

Dalton watched Lindsay's tears with a mixture of indifference and contempt, his eyes cold and unfeeling as he waited impatiently for her to finish dressing. He had gotten what he wanted from her, and now she was nothing more than an inconvenience, a reminder of the sordid events that had unfolded in the unforgiving landscape of The Canyons.

Finally, Lindsay was dressed, her clothes clinging to her like a shroud of shame. She stood before Dalton, her body trembling with exhaustion and despair, as he looked down at her with a sneer of disgust.

"Let's go," he said curtly, his voice devoid of any warmth or compassion.

Lindsay nodded silently, her throat constricted with emotion as she followed Dalton out of the room.

As Dalton drove Lindsay back home, the silence in the car was suffocating, broken only by the sound of Lindsay's quiet sobs. She felt utterly drained, her body aching with every movement, and her mind reeling from the trauma she had just endured.

When they arrived back at the house, Dalton abruptly informed Lindsay that he had to take care of something and left her stumbling at the doorstep. Lindsay's heart sank as she watched him drive away, leaving her standing there alone in her anguish.

With trembling hands, Lindsay fumbled with the key, her vision blurred by tears as she stumbled into the house. The familiar surroundings offered no comfort, only a painful reminder of the horrors she had endured.

As she collapsed onto the couch, her body wracked with sobs, Lindsay felt an overwhelming sense of disgust wash over her. She couldn't believe what had just happened, couldn't comprehend how she had allowed herself to become trapped in Dalton's twisted world.

Desperate for some semblance of solace, Lindsay made her way to the landline phone, her fingers shaking as she dialed Y/N's number. With each ring, her heart pounded in her chest, longing for the comforting presence of her lover.

Finally, Y/N answered, her voice a lifeline in Lindsay's sea of despair. "Lindsay? Is everything okay?" she asked, concern evident in her tone.

But before Lindsay could respond, she was overcome by a fresh wave of tears, her words choked with emotion. "Y/N," she sobbed, her voice barely a whisper. "I need you."

Y/N's heart sank at the sound of Lindsay's tear-stricken voice. She could feel the urgency, the desperation in Lindsay's words, and it tore at her own heart. "Lindsay, what's wrong? What happened?" Y/N's voice was laced with concern, her mind racing with worry for her former lover.

Lindsay struggled to compose herself, her breath hitching as she fought to find the words to explain the horrors she had just endured. "I-I... I can't... I need you," she managed to choke out between sobs, her voice trembling with emotion.

Y/N's heart ached at Lindsay's distress, her own emotions swirling as she tried to decipher the depth of Lindsay's pain. "I'm coming, Lindsay. Just stay on the line with me, okay? I'll be there as soon as I can," Y/N reassured her, her voice soft and soothing.

As Lindsay clung to the phone, her tears staining the receiver, she felt a flicker of hope ignite within her. Y/N was coming. Y/N would be there for her, to offer comfort and solace in her darkest hour.

Y/N's heart raced with worry as she pulled up to the imposing gates of Dalton's Malibu mansion. The sight of the grand estate, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, filled her with a sense of unease. She knew that behind those elegant façades lay a world of darkness and pain, a world that had ensnared Lindsay in its cruel grip.

Without hesitation, Y/N leaped out of her car, her footsteps echoing loudly on the pavement as she hurried towards the imposing front door. With trembling hands, she rang the doorbell like a maniac, the urgency of her actions a reflection of the turmoil raging within her soul.

Seconds felt like eternity as Y/N waited anxiously for someone to answer the door. She prayed fervently that Lindsay would be okay, that she would find solace in the embrace of her arms.

Finally, the door creaked open, revealing the stern face of a butler. "May I help you?" he asked, his voice tinged with impatience.

Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she struggled to find her voice. "I-I'm here to see Lindsay," she stammered, her words barely audible above the pounding of her heart.

The butler's expression softened slightly, as if recognizing the urgency in Y/N's voice. "Miss Lohan is upstairs," he said, gesturing towards the staircase. "But I must warn you, she is not in a good state."

Without waiting for further explanation, Y/N rushed past the butler and up the stairs, her heart hammering in her chest with each step. She had to find Lindsay, had to hold her close and let her know that she was not alone.

As she reached the top of the stairs, Y/N's heart sank at the sight that greeted her. Lindsay stood in the hallway, her eyes red-rimmed and puffy, her expression haunted by the horrors she had endured.

Without a moment's hesitation, Y/N pulled Lindsay into her arms, holding her tightly as if her life depended on it. "I'm here, Lindsay. I'm here," she whispered, her voice filled with love and reassurance.

Y/N's heart shattered at Lindsay's words, her own eyes brimming with tears as she held her former lover close. She couldn't believe the depth of Lindsay's suffering, the unimaginable horrors she had endured at the hands of Dalton.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Y/N whispered, her voice trembling with anguish as she stroked Lindsay's hair, trying to offer whatever comfort she could. "Why did you let him hurt you like this?"

Lindsay's sobs grew louder, her body shaking with the force of her grief. "I was scared," she confessed, her voice raw with pain. "I didn't know what to do. I thought I could handle it on my own, but... but I can't."

Y/N's heart ached at Lindsay's admission, her own guilt gnawing at her insides. She wished she had been there for Lindsay, wished she had been able to protect her from the horrors of Dalton's cruelty.

"What did he do to you?" Y/N asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she held Lindsay's trembling form. "Tell me everything."

Lindsay took a shuddering breath, her words coming out in gasps as she recounted the nightmare of her existence with Dalton. She told Y/N about the physical abuse, the emotional manipulation, and the degradation she had suffered at his hands.

"He... he punched me," Lindsay whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own tears. "He used me, and then he... he let two men use me in a meeting he had. He... he said I was nothing but a worthless slut, that I deserved everything that happened to me."

Y/N's heart clenched with fury at Dalton's despicable actions, her blood boiling with rage at the thought of him laying a hand on Lindsay. But as she looked into Lindsay's tear-stained eyes, she knew that now was not the time for anger. Now was the time for action, for escape.

"Come on," Y/N said firmly, her voice tinged with determination as she helped Lindsay to her feet. "We're getting you out of here."

With gentle hands, Y/N guided Lindsay to her bed, her heart breaking at the sight of her brokenness. She knew that they had a long road ahead of them, but she was determined to stand by Lindsay's side every step of the way.

As Lindsay sat on the edge of the bed, her sobs slowly subsiding, Y/N retrieved a suitcase from the closet and began to pack Lindsay's belongings. With each item she placed inside, she felt a sense of purpose wash over her, a determination to protect the woman she loved from any further harm.

As Y/N guided Lindsay towards her car, she couldn't shake the feeling of anger and sadness coursing through her veins. Seeing Lindsay in such a broken state tore at Y/N's heart, igniting a fierce determination to protect her from any further harm.

Carefully, Y/N placed the suitcase in the back of the car, ensuring that Lindsay's belongings were safe and secure. With a gentle hand on Lindsay's shoulder, she guided her into the passenger seat, buckling her in with tender care.

Lindsay stared out of the window, her tears leaving streaks on the glass as she silently wept. Y/N's heart ached at the sight, wishing she could take away Lindsay's pain with just a touch.

As Y/N started the car and pulled out of the driveway, the silence in the car was palpable, broken only by the sound of Lindsay's soft sobs. Y/N glanced over at her, her heart breaking at the sight of her former lover's anguish.

The drive home felt like an eternity, each passing mile a painful reminder of the horrors they were leaving behind. Y/N kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other on Lindsay's trembling hand, offering silent comfort as they navigated the winding roads of The Canyons.

Finally, they arrived at Y/N's house, a small oasis of peace amidst the chaos of their lives. Y/N helped Lindsay out of the car, guiding her gently towards the front door.

Once inside, Y/N led Lindsay to the living room, where soft lamplight bathed the space in a warm glow. She guided Lindsay to the couch, urging her to sit down and rest while she fetched some water and a warm blanket.

With gentle hands, Y/N tucked the blanket around Lindsay's shoulders, her heart breaking at the sight of her brokenness. She knelt before Lindsay, her eyes brimming with tears as she whispered words of comfort and reassurance.

"You're safe now, Lindsay," Y/N said softly, her voice filled with love and compassion. "I'm here for you, no matter what. We'll get through this together."

Y/N's heart ached as she gently suggested that Lindsay take a shower, noticing the dirt and dried blood marring her once radiant features. Lindsay's eyes were filled with a mix of exhaustion and vulnerability as she nodded in agreement, silently pleading for Y/N's help.

With tender care, Y/N assisted Lindsay out of her dress, her breath catching in her throat at the sight of the myriad cuts, bruises, and wounds that marred Lindsay's delicate skin. Each mark was a painful reminder of the cruelty she had endured at Dalton's hands over the past year.

As Y/N guided Lindsay into the shower, she couldn't help but feel a surge of anger towards Dalton for inflicting such pain on someone she cared so deeply for. But in that moment, her focus was solely on providing comfort and solace to Lindsay, helping her wash away the physical and emotional scars of her past.

Lindsay's voice trembled as she asked Y/N to shower with her, her eyes pleading for the warmth and intimacy that only Y/N could provide. With a tender smile, Y/N nodded, silently vowing to be there for Lindsay in whatever way she needed.

Stepping behind Lindsay, Y/N undressed slowly, her own body trembling with a mixture of nerves and longing. As the warm water cascaded over them, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability wash over her, the intimacy of the moment stripping away the barriers between them.

As she took in the sight of Lindsay's body, fully covered in bruises and scars, Y/N's heart broke all over again. But she refused to let the darkness of their past overshadow the love and tenderness they shared in that moment.

Gently, Y/N pulled Lindsay into her arms, holding her tightly as they stood beneath the steady stream of water. In that moment, surrounded by warmth and love, they found solace in each other's embrace, a beacon of light in the darkness of their shared pain.

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