“I’ve been waiting for you to get here. Just so I could punish you for touching him.” Something nicks the skin on my neck, and I wince. “Small little cuts, all over the skin. Do you seriously think, that when I’m done with you, he’s going to want to look at you?” The exit max, look for the exit. “Tiny little cuts, Max,” she chuckles. “You’re nothing… to anyone.” Another little cut to the cheek, then another. Scars everywhere. Disgusting. Victim. “I heard your little conversation in the woods too. Gang raped,” she scoffs. “That’s tough.” The small knife nipping the skin on my cheek. “All those
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