Your most recent wound began to heal, though you couldn’t see the tramp stamp, you knew it said ‘lust’. It had been a few days since any of the brothers had been in to bother you. You decided to get some exercise, being down in that basement was driving you crazy. You dropped to the floor and started doing push-ups.
“What are you doing?” You heard John’s voice over the intercom.
“I’m… entering in the… Hope County… Beauty Pageant. The f**k… does it look like?” Though you couldn’t see him, you heard him sigh and could tell he was rolling his eyes at you.
“Why are you doing push-ups?”
“Because… I need… to be ready… when I… escape from you… and your… creepy ass stalker… surveillance system.” You finished and stood up.
“It’s not creepy.” You could hear a tinge of sadness in his voice.
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