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She claims I took her, but that’s not the whole truth

I gave her a choice She made it

Someone needed to be punished It didn’t need to be her She chose this Chose to be here

Well, okay, not right here Not like this Standing against the far wall, her pretty, jade eyes ith fear, the delicate skin around them pink from tears

She’s scared

And she should be

She knohat’s co

I warned her and she fucked up

I take her in, pretty in pink Pretty Priscilla Even with her hair a mess Her mascara a black smear across her face Her dress ruined She’s scared shitless, but she’s defiant I like that about her Like her fire

It makes my dick hard

I close the door but don’t bother locking it No need She’s not walking out of here tonight I’ll be carrying her when I’h

When I take a step, she htened little rabbit would ainst the wall behind her It’s like she’s trying to melt into it

“I guess ere always going to end up here,” I say

She has no response apart fro of her body She wraps her arms around herself I can even hear her teeth chatter She’s too proud to beg though Beg me for mercy I respect her for that But I do like the idea of her on her knees atwith

I slide offit over the back of the chair I watch her reflection in the mirror as I take off one cuff link, then the other, and set the up my sleeves when I return my attention to her Her eyes slide to my forearms My hands

“I know, Cilla,” I say

She looks up at me

“I know everything”

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Cilla

Six Weeks Earlier

I’ attention when I step off the elevator on the sixth floor ofMy phone just ran out of charge and I’ for the battery pack The scent of curry co fro too loud fro in 601

Jones and I have a standing dinner date the first Wednesday of every , we don’t see each other I left him a voicemail earlier to meet et him At least the rain had let up when I’d made the dash into the entrance, but fro theat the end of the hallway, it’s picked up again