Dexter strongly suggested she select the sanctuary of seclusion. A Sanctuary in the City, if need be, but somewhere for her sanity and safety.
She thought about it...not long...and, demurred.
Time passed...she thought about it some more. What did she have to lose except for her Innocence, which she was bound to lose anyhow?
The plunge may not have been perfect, but it was over.
New worlds to conquer, if the world would allow her....her fall from grace, a short one.
He would last five minutes – pawing, prodding, penetrating. It was over in an instant, and while he curled, and whimpered, she fled.
Down the hall, down the stairs, out the door... relief came in gagging wretches as she burst out the back, onto the alley where she (re)regurgitated .
Finally...swallowing the bile inside, so acidic...peroxide...
But before she could conceive it, her lungs exploded, and she had no choice, but to inhale...
to no avail.
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