Joey snickered. “She’s a whore. You know she’s a cam girl, right? Shoving dildos up her ass for fat perverts on the internet. Who cares?” I cared. I gripped my knife tighter and adjusted my mask. I’d make them care too. “We don’t slut shame,” Sam said. “Right, Mike?” “I do,” Joey continued. “She’s a slut and everyone knows it. Who cares if she gets her throat cut? I’d do it.” “You’d kill someone?” Mike asked. While they were arguing, I opened the door wide enough for me to slide through. I stood on the other side, out of sight, and listened. “I’d kill a slut, yeah. You know what we call
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