[ Her back meets his chest, spine connecting against the hard straps across it, the metal arm — she’s never seen anything like it — digging under her bra. She doesn’t know what he’s doing, but she thinks she knows. She thinks she knows where this is leading.
Another whimper breaks from her throat. She nods. ]
Okay, okay. [ No witnesses. No witnesses. What did that mean? Oh god- ] Where?
no subject
Another whimper breaks from her throat. She nods. ]
Okay, okay. [ No witnesses. No witnesses. What did that mean? Oh god- ] Where?