You think I’m not watching? Waiting? Keeping an eye on you? I’ve done it for years, and I’m not stopping now just because the parameters have changed. Before, I thought you were a whore. Now I know you are. Tell me, Sweet Cherry, do you feel anything at all for them? You must not, if you insist on provoking me like this, but nothing about your romp with Mr. Mercer seemed under duress. If anything, you looked just like I expected. One more whore spreading her legs. I guess he did deserve it after buying you that car. He must seem like quite the score to you. I’ll remember that when I kill
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