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Anger replaced sorrow as she continued."I can't be this weak, Rob. It's not what I am ... who I am." Why would you see that as weak, Elaina," Rob reto...ted. "You're a predator, not an animal, and you made a conscious choice to take the high road. You chose to seek the least harm, when it would have been convenient to take the easy prey. That shows you are an intelligent predator, and not just some savage beast. That. Is. Not. Weak!" Rob ended his rant somewhat angry himself, with his color up. He redialed the nozzle and sipped meback into closure. I was empty, but I was trapped again.Master Jason sniffed the bag and hacked. "This is foul stuff, slut.Very."He lifted the bag onto a high hook and attached a feeder tube to me. Aclamp kept away, my non nourishing dinner."Do you love yourself, slut?" I o u (I love you)" Do you?"I nodded vigorously. This was dangerous territory. And I was terrified!Master Jason leaned back on his chair. He pulled a cigarette from hisbreast pocket. He lit. I told her where to meet me.When Maria got into my car I showed her my pistol and she reached for the door handle. I punched her in the head and knocked her out cold, then handcuffed her hands behind her back. I used a strip of tape to gag her. She came around as I drove into my garage. I dragged her out of the car and shoved her toward my game room. She quickly turned and kicked at me, but I grabbed her foot and raised it. She landed flat on her back, knocking the wind out of her. I took hold. When he was finished, he turned around and folded his arms while he leaned against the counter. The muscles of his upper arms bulged and it occurred to me that those muscles were the result of things like baling hay. He did this for a living. All I was doing was leeching off of him while my parents tried to find a prison to send me to. This was actually a minimum custody situation, and suddenly, having to bale hay didn’t seem like such a big deal.“We used heat last night,” he said. “I don’t.
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