here,” he says. Now what? I obey, expecting him to make me drink some other healthy sludge, or drop and give him twenty. Instead, he backs me up against a tree and fits his hand around my throat. I gulp, my blood suddenly rushing in my ears. “I've had just about enough of your bratty whining. If I say run, you shut up and run.” His face is inches from mine, his eyes hot. His breath brushes against my cheek, minty and fresh. “I'm this close to bending you over and spanking your ass raw right here, but I’ll give you one more chance to impress me. We're going to play a little game; you run, as
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