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Dark – Mike – Chris – Kiss – No
"So you f****d her, then untied her and dressed her again?" Mike sounded incredulous.
"Well... it was cold and she wanted to put her clothes back on. So... yeah."
If he'd said it was dark at night the way he said that, I wouldn't have believed him.
"Bullshit." This sounded closer. I kept my eyes tightly closed, hoping that he'd go away if I was asleep.
No, that only works for children's nightmares. Not real ones.
"Get her up and on her feet." The foot that kicked my leg could only have been Mike's.
"But she's still not well after the drugs you gave her..." Chris hedged.
"Then she'll be easier to control. Get her up and hold her for me."
A light hand touched my shoulder. "C'mon, wake up," Chris murmured.
Chris was on my left. Mike was down
