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But she stus collapsed beneath her She fell to the floor

She heard hiled to her feet, forced one foot in front of the other He was close behind her now, panting, panting, he was in pain, she’d hurt hireat pleasure in hurting her Please, God, please, please

She clutched the table, lifted it, turned to face him He was so close, his ar toward her throat

"Holland!"

"No," she said and swung the table at him But it was a puny effort, and he blocked it with his shoulder

"Holland!"

The door flew open and Holland ran into the room

"Hold the little bitch, hold her!"

"No, no" She backed away from the men, but there was no room, just the narrow bed and the table she held as a shield in front of her

Dr Beader his crotch, his face still drawn in pain Good, she’d hurt hi he did to her would be worth it She’d hurt hih, Sally" Holland’s voice, soft and hoarse, terrifying

"I’ll kill you, Holland Stay away fro, her sto now She tasted bile She dropped the table, fell to her knees, and vomited on Dr Beadermeyer’s Italian loafers