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Excerpt:
She moved slowly, partly out of the excruciating pain each movement brought her and partly out of reluctance to do what must be done. After all, it wasn't Josh's fault they were here and he had certainly made it plain that he would protect her if he only got a chance. This was the least she could do to return his loyalty and love. The floor was rough and splintered as she tried to scoot across. Her hands moved from one place on her body to the other, trying to hide it from the eyes of her audience.
"You going to eat dog's food, you walk like a dog! Quit scooting around on your beautiful ass! We don't want it all marred up! Get on all fours!"
Martie lowered her head, refusing to look into Steece's face for fear he would read the immense hatred and think of another torment to punish her for that hate. Rising to all fours was torturous, physically as well as emotionally, but she managed to crawl to the smaller of the two piles of horsemeat. Its red-bright color assured her it was fresh but that little fact didn't help her appetite.
Excerpt:
She moved slowly, partly out of the excruciating pain each movement brought her and partly out of reluctance to do what must be done. After all, it wasn't Josh's fault they were here and he had certainly made it plain that he would protect her if he only got a chance. This was the least she could do to return his loyalty and love. The floor was rough and splintered as she tried to scoot across. Her hands moved from one place on her body to the other, trying to hide it from the eyes of her audience.
"You going to eat dog's food, you walk like a dog! Quit scooting around on your beautiful ass! We don't want it all marred up! Get on all fours!"
Martie lowered her head, refusing to look into Steece's face for fear he would read the immense hatred and think of another torment to punish her for that hate. Rising to all fours was torturous, physically as well as emotionally, but she managed to crawl to the smaller of the two piles of horsemeat. Its red-bright color assured her it was fresh but that little fact didn't help her appetite.