She was still crying, so I continued to shove. She made a gasping sound, but was somehow still crying. Maybe one finger wasn’t enough. I pushed two fingers into her mouth and throat, until my knuckles were pressed against her gums and she was no longer crying. I watched her for a moment, and soon, her arms began to stiffen between each violent jerk of her little body. Her legs locked up. This is what she would have done to her sister if I hadn’t done it to her first. I’m saving Chastin’s life. “She okay?” Jeremy asked. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
HELP OMG!!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU HOOVER???
