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Plop, drip, splash. Gazing up at the cracked ceiling, she had her arm in her cleavage. The wound was blistering, it ached and itched, but she was trying to ignore it. With few distractions, that wasn’t an easy task.
When the bathroom door opened again, she didn’t flinch. If he wanted her, he’d grab her. “Give me an address,” he said.
Licking her lips, she moved her tongue to moisten her mouth and took time to answer him. “One, two, three, Bite Me Street.”
“Play your games, girl. You’ve got plenty more skin for me to burn.” That wasn’t an experience she wanted to repeat. “Give me an address.”
She didn’t really have the energy to sass him much more right now. “I can’t. Even if I could, Tag wouldn’t let you in.”
“I’ll worry about that. Give me an address.”
“No,” she said, closing
