You can tell me why you’re in this place.” “Then you can tell me what happened to make you think all women are liars. Several seconds of silence tick by as she considers me. I might as well throw myself in front of a semi-truck. “What can I do?” I shout at her, tearing at my scalp. When I take a step in her direction, she holds up a hand, stopping me. I don’t know how, but I’ll figure it out.” What have I done? “All women lie.” I hold up my fingers. It’s never been more obvious than it is right now.” It hurts to swallow. I nod and bury my head in my hands, knowing I deserve that.
She jerks up the top of the leotard to cover her breasts, but her underwear and tights are shredded, so all she can do is use one of the see-through panels of her tutu to cover her bare pussy, holding it in place with her right hand.
“Down! Now!” she shouts, twisting hard and elbowing her way out of my hold, running to the far side of the room as soon as her feet touch the floor, moving fluidly, like the ballerina that she is. “Put me down,” she says through chattering teeth.Ī miserable wail leaves me, rattling the cage of my skull. Should I bring her to the hospital? “I’m sorry. Oh my God.” I stand up with her in my arms and turn in circles, no idea what to do. I look down and find blood trickling down my middle finger and withdraw it with a hoarse sound, gathering her trembling body up into my arms as quickly as possible. Didn’t Baker tell me she’s a harlot? I can’t recall my brother’s words over the catastrophic roaring in my ears. When she cries out, I swear the heart has been ripped from my chest.
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