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Forced to Spit
L> If you think being homosexual is They're wearing gloves. Not your pristine, squeaky-clean surgical gloves; these are dark grey, made of canvas (or something like it), and look like they've been used to clean truck differentials since the middle of the twelfth century. And she's tied to this -- well, it's like a dentist's chair, except it tilts all the way forward, until she's practically leaning over this bathtub. It's got a burned corpse in it, and the smell is making her sick. One of the gloves grabs her chin, fingers and thumb pressing into her cheeks, just on the border of being uncomfortable and painful. "Come on..." Her mouth is forced open, but it's dry. "This isn't going to work, is it?" |
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