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7. Teased.
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2024-10-29 19:42:56I barely choke back my own scream to silence the woman. I point to the house and grab Creature as I dash after her. I lock the door and draw all the blinds I motion her to the stairs. She stands there, free of all windows and possibility of being viewed, completely nude and barefoot, arms crossed tightly. I grab a throw off the futon and cloak her as I lead her up to my room. She sobs and clutches me with one hand as soon as we stop.
"Let me find you some clothes. What happened?" I go to toss her my cell, but it's gone. "Fuck!" I screech. You don't know what you got, till it's gone!
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry! I-"
"You're fine. It's not you. I dropped my damn phone. Shit. I was going to call the police. I didn't mean to frighten you. Tell me what happened? Are you alright?"
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Viscious 15. Mixed Signals.
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Viscious 45. Setup.
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