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10. Sasha and Kelly.
I come to with a start. I am wild and temporarily confused as I bolt up and grab the bars. Wait? The bars?! My crazed eyes take in my state and I try to stop my impending hyperventilation. I'm in a cage? Like a huge ass metal kennel? My head jars from my dudden movement and I become dizzy, so I ease myself back down to the pillowy floor of whatever this is. What time is it? Where is 'Trevor'? Nevermind that, what happened while I was asleep?
I kick the tiny little sheet away and check under the gigantic shirt in panic. Ah. Sweet Jesus. Everything appears unbothered. I shut my mind off there and don't let it wander. I rub my temples and curl up as I look over this contraption, studying it so I can think of how to get out of here.
"Still moping?" I have to get into character quickly to stop my narrowing eyes. I glance at the doorway of the room to see 'Trevor' entering.
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Viscious 12. Choices.
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Viscious 16. The Letter "K".
I nearly choke on air as I fight to greedily gulp through my mouth and nose. It's impossible under the weight to expand my chest and lungs to inhale properly. I can only manage hasty shallow breaths. I don't quite comprehend what's happening and it's only adding to my growing terror. His back is to me as he straddles my chest. He's so heavy, and it's tiring just to get my air in. I wish I could just see him. I can't read him, let alone without being able to face his face and mannerisms."You have to trust me. You have to be still." I shiver and spare a little, but it's all nerves. I have little say in the matter. "Shh..." He rubs my sides and fronts of my legs. "Calm. Calm and still." I can't move my arms or legs to relieve stress, so I just tense my body andvtgrash my head for a moment until so energy is gone. Then I try to still. I'm already starting to cry, and I watch the sky gradually darken as the sun departs.
Viscious 17. Road Trip.
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Viscious 18. Guests.
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