Chapter 30 Desire And Shame

• “I don’t care if I get shot. Or run down. Or if he hunts me like a dog. I don’t care if he breaks every bone in my body when he finds me. I’m leaving this fucking hellhole tonight.”
• She was pacing now. Half dressed. The tank top clung to her tits like second skin, no bra beneath, her nipples hardened. The denim of her jeans scratched between her thighs, too rough on her still-throbbing pussy, but she didn’t slow. Let it burn. Let it hurt.
• “I should’ve left the first night,” she spat, yanking open the drawer and shoving her things into a bag. “The second he put his filthy fucking fingers on me. The second he whispered ‘good girl’ while choking me with the same hands he used to murder people.”