“Well, if you want to get out, then get out!” you tell angrily. “Whose idea was this, anyway? YOURS! You want to back out now? There’s the door!”
You sit in your chair and swivel it around so that your back is to . For several long minutes you can hear her crying softly. Finally, she says, “?”
“What?” you answer, not turning around.
“I’m sorry, . You’re right.”
The tone of ’s voice makes you turn around. She’s still on the floor, back to the wall, as she was before. Her blouse is off, and she’s used it to wipe off her face. Without the smeared makeup and drying come, she looks almost human again.
“I made a bet,” says, “and I said I’d do anything. I just…just didn’t think you’d hurt me, . I’ll do what you want, but don’t hurt me anymore. Not like that, anyway.”
“What are you saying?” you ask.
wipes her nose with her blouse. It’s still running. “If you want to fuck my ass, I won’t stop you. If you want to pull my hair, I won’t stop you. If you want to come on my face…if you want to use me, I won’t stop you, but don’t treat me like an animal, . Please.” |