Dexter strongly suggests she select the sanctuary of seclution. Santuary in the city, if need be, but somewhere for her own sanity and safety.
She thought about...then demurred.
Then she thought about it some more. What did she have to lose except for her innonence, 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 lasts five minutes – pawing, proding, barely penetrating. It was over, an instant, then he curled and whimpered. She fled.
Down the hall, down the stairs, out the door...
Swallowing the wretch inside, so acidic...peroxcide.
Before she could conceive it, her lungs exploded, and she had no choice, but to inhale...
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