No, For An Answer

by C.J. Riggs

“Tell me what you want, love.” Taking hold of my throat and stroking it softly between both of his palms. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

BREH

I’m going to jail. Jesus H. Christ. Nineteen? “Yes,” I clear my throat. “Poor girl was wandering around the hallway like a lost puppy,” I chuckle. Can he smell the child predator on me?

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