Brown, you need to let Anita go. When her blue eyes turned to me again, they contained that promise of violence again. Thank you, thank you very much, for reminding me that I don't mean shit to you anymore. I stopped moving and looked down the barrel of my gun at him.
I balled my hands into his shirt and cried. It was truth or nothing. You are terribly young to be so cynical, he said. I realized then, that he'd spread my legs so far apart that I really couldn't struggle, not unless I wanted it to hurt.
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