The Complex Art of Rosie
His hand clasped around her arm and stopped her from being able to leave.
Rosie bit her tongue hard, her breathing growing heavy. She looked down at where Blaze held onto her arm, wanting to squirm or scream or cry. Anything. She was beyond uncomfortable and needed to get out of here before a panic attack bursted out.
Blaze quirked an eyebrow. "I could give you a ride. Whatever kind of ride you want, Rosebud."
Rosie took a deep breath. The room felt like it was spinning around her, everything blurring together. Nothing was making sense to her right now. "Please," she croaked out, her voice pleading. "Just let me go."
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