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“She kidnapped me. Me! Can you believe it?” “Austin . . . are you alright? You seem happy about this, and this doesn’t sound like a good thing,”
“Well, like you said, she’s finally paying an interest after two years. Of course it’s a good thing. Besides I’m fine, and this way, I can get to know her more. Once she comes back into the basement.” “Okay. So you don’t want me to alert the authorities that you’ve been kidnapped?” “Absolutely not. This is a perfect opportunity to lay some groundwork,” I say quickly.
If your therapist can’t make you better, you can one hundred percent make them worse.
Unless, of course, she asks me nicely, like with the chloroform, and then apparently, I’ll just fucking happily do it for her.
“I’m not perfect. I have flaws.” “Olivia.” He laughs. “I know you have flaws. You just fucking tasered me after chaining me up in your basement.”
That went better than expected. A light tasering, a cuddle starting with some light wrestling, and a heart-to-heart. Who knew getting a girlfriend could be so fucking easy? You just have to wait for someone to chloroform you.
“You don’t like men or women, Olivia. You like me,” he says casually, like it isn’t an acknowledgment of everything unspoken between us.
“You’re telling me you actually chloroformed yourself willingly? I thought you were joking when you told me that last week.” She arches an eyebrow. “You were doing so well. And you looked so serious; I didn’t want to ruin your flow.”
She says it’s a real Legally Blonde moment, which I pretend not to understand, but bend and fucking snap all you like, my love.
I used to really hurt people, and now I’m scared of a girl in a sundress. My