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“He grabs the back of my neck and forces me down onto my knees. I yelp when he grabs hold of my hair and brings my head up to look at him. “I’ve made you feel good multiple times now. I’ve made you come and I’ve treated you real nice.â€� Nice? Fucking nice? “Now it’s time to return the favor.â€�
“If you even dare to stick your disgusting prick inside of my mouth, I swear I will bite it off!� I grit out between clenched teeth.
“Sure, you could try that. Then I will just kill your husband myself.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“Tell me about your day.â€�
She huffs. “My day? Well, let’s see…� She takes a dramatic pause. “I buried my husband this morning. There’s that.�
“And how was that?�
“Riveting,� she hums with a nice dollop of sarcasm.
“Good thing I’m taking you out tonight then. A lovely occasion for a celebration, wouldn’t you say?�
She looks at me, gaping. Then she offendedly asks, “Celebration?�
“Tell me this wasn’t one of the happiest days of your life.�
She stares back at the road through the window as she contemplates. And then a loud snort comes out of her pretty mouth, which she quickly covers up with her hand.
“Don’t you dare silence those pig-like snorts of yours. They’re like music to my ears.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick