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Mak, Surface of The Colony Moon
I’m out?
Was that what Gwen had actually said to me? I was going to find that female, put her over my knee, and s***k her a*s until it burned red under my palm.
I’m out.
No. She’d be s*****d, and then I’d be inside her, f*****g her into submission, making sure she never did anything this stupid again. When I’d sat in the mission briefing, I’d said I’d keep Gwen safe. Yes, it had been a ruse to get me off the f*****g planet, but I’d told the truth. While she was with me, I’d keep her safe.
And then she went off and did this. What the f**k?
She could be off on her own being killed by the f*****g Hive right now. And she had a bag full of explosives strapped to her back.
FUCK.
The thought of her dying, being blown to bits, had me running faster, screa
