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She straddled him, sitting in his lap in an obscene mockery of intimacy, brandishing the knife. “Hey, Wes. You have eyes like chocolate. I like chocolate a lot.”
He came to a decision then and there. She might cut into his skin so deep he’d never heal completely.
She might make him scream.
She might even kill him.
But she would not break him. He would not give her the satisfaction.
The knife bit into his chest again.
He screamed.
But he did not break.
She would not break him.
She would not break him.
She. Would. Not. Break. Him.
He came to a decision then and there. She might cut into his skin so deep he’d never heal completely.
She might make him scream.
She might even kill him.
But she would not break him. He would not give her the satisfaction.
The knife bit into his chest again.
He screamed.
But he did not break.
She would not break him.
She would not break him.
She. Would. Not. Break. Him.