Did he hurt them? Not yet, but sometimes everyone gets a feeling about a customer. So cold, so empty, so needy. There would be no stuffing it back into its box. Part of me was happy about it, and the moment that tiny glad spark reared it's ugly head, I knew better.
Horror was redundant, and pity-no one likes pity. He hadn't pushed me behind him like I was a damsel in distress, but it was close. That part that wanted meat and blood and found struggling somewhere between sex and food was in the front of my head. 34The music was still playing, a pulsing beat, but the man on stage wasn't dancing, because he wasn't the show anymore.
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