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kidney.
    ―Why are you fighting me? It‘s not like you can anymore.‖
    He was so heavy I could barely breathe, and the gravel was cutting
    into my palms.
    ―And it‘s not like you didn‘t give yourself to me willingly all those
    years ago. It will be just like that all over again.‖
    No, please God, no.
    ―I will make you feel so good.‖
    There were spots, and they were getting bigger and brighter. The
    ringing in my ears became deafening. The darkness was a relief.

    THE hand slid over my bare buttocks, and I shuddered.
    ―I wanted it to just be us, but you‘re still strong enough to fight me a
    little. And I want you to be awake for it; I want you to scream when I fuck
    you.‖
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    I trembled, bile rising in my throat.
    ―Can you feel the lube?‖ he asked, his breath hot and wet in my ear.
    ―I brought it for you.‖
    Sudden click before my world exploded in glaring light, and I closed
    my eyes tight so I wouldn‘t go blind. I had been in darkness for at least a
    week, maybe longer; it would take more than just seconds for my eyes to
    adjust and not burn. The gasp, like many indrawn breaths at once, turned
    to absolute silence.
    ―Ohmygod.‖ One voice rose above the others. ―It smells like piss
    and blood in here.‖
    There was a good reason for that.
    ―What the fuck?‖
    I curled up into a ball because I couldn‘t move away, no strength
    left, no nothing, just trying to protect myself.
    ―Jesus,‖ someone else moaned, and it was sharp and loud and
    pained. It was as though the person had been startled by my presence.
    ―What?‖ Laurent asked, and I heard how surprised his tone was. ―I
    don‘t think he can do much anymore, but I still want you guys to hold him
    down while I fuck him, just in case. Put him over the table over—‖
    ―Oh no…. Oh God.‖ The wail of dismay hurt to hear.
    ―What‘re you…? No, no, no, you don‘t have to worry about—‖
    ―Laurent!‖ His name was yelled. ―Are you insane? What the hell
    have you done?‖
    ―Look at all the blood… have you ever seen so much—‖
    ―He looks like he was attacked by a fuckin‘ animal!‖
    ―Wait, that‘s not all me, some of that was on him from before. I
    think he was in a fight.‖
    ―Holy shit… we‘re so fuckin‘ dead.‖
    The voices were layering on top of one another, rising, desperate,
    and frightened.
    ―Edward,‖ someone gasped, ―what the fuck are we gonna do?‖
    There were at least four men in the room now besides Laurent.
    ―There‘s someone outside,‖ another man whispered.
    ―It‘s probably Sean, just let—‖
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    ―Why the fuck are you whispering, you stupid shit? There‘s only us
    here.‖
    Loud bang followed by cursing, and I heard shuffling across what I
    knew now was an old stone floor covered in dirt.
    ―Edward!‖
    ―Here,‖ the call went back, but just barely.
    ―Edward, goddamnit, it‘s like a fuckin‘ maze in here, where—‖
    ―Here!‖ the voice snarled back, louder, mad.
    ―Fuck!‖ the newest addition yelled, close now. ―Why the fuck am I
    getting a call the middle of the fucking night to come out to the middle
    of—Jesus.‖
    It sounded like he had been sucker-punched in the gut.
    ―What the hell did you guys do?‖ His voice caught, broke.
    ―We didn‘t do shit! This is all your semel‘s work, Sean—your
    fuckin‘ semel!‖
    ―David. What‘re—‖
    ―Because your useless-ass sylvan didn‘t know who to call.‖
    ―Call Bobby, for crissakes! He‘s the one who—‖
    ―You can‘t call fuckin‘ Bobby, he‘s a sheseru!‖
    ―Yeah? So? That‘s who you need to—‖
    ―That is a reah lying there bleeding to death on the fuckin‘ floor. Do
    you know what the first priority of any sheseru is, you stupid fuck?‖
    ―Why are you yell—what?‖
    ―Yeah, reah—you heard me. I remember him; you will too—just
    give it a second.‖
    ―But reahs are women not—except… except….‖
    ―Oh, he‘s got it now, boys.‖
    ―Jesus Christ, Dave, could you both just try and get a—‖
    ―What, Ed? What? What would you like me not to do right now?‖
    ―You‘re his brother. You—‖
    ―And he fuckin‘ just killed us all with his bullshit.‖
    I knew who they were. It would have made sense for them to hide
    their names, but I understood why they hadn‘t. They were looking at me
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    huddled on the floor and talking about me like I was already dead. And
    maybe I was.
    There was a long, low