Freedom
Chapter 34 "I don't love you, Natalie,” Chris told her, his face a frozen mask. “Not the way you deserve to be loved." Chris shook his head in wonderment. Look at me! I'm standing here naked, dirty and bleeding, and arguing about love! I should be bolting out of here! "This is not funny any more!" Nat felt her cheeks flush with both frustration and irritation, and yet she refused to believe the impossible. His joke -- it was a joke, wasn't it? -- definitely pushed the envelope of poor taste. "Do you want me to be mad at you? Is that what you want, darling?" Allowing the knife to slip once again to the floor, Chris came to her, grasped each shoulder and gently shook. His voice dropped to slow and urgent. "I... want... to get... out... of... here!" He tried to keep the r
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