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My breath hitched as I watched Brie glance toward the door, then step toward me. I didn’t know what was in store for me, but I couldn’t stop the longing inside. Despite being used, succumbing to her feminine wiles, even now in my perceived final hours on earth, I was still vulnerable, overtaken by a stirring within. I wanted and needed to be angry at her to strike back. Hurt her for what she did to me. Cast aside my vulnerability and defend myself against her forthcoming assault.
Seizing my shoulders, she touched my face with hers and made me shiver, whispering in my ear. “We’re going to make a break for it. I’m going to try to get you out of here. Keep your eye on the door and let me know if anyone enters.”
Blinking furiously, I nodded, too startled to talk.
She bent down and cut t
