Ch 3 Lights and Lights
"I hate it here"
Startled again he asked her why.
"The lamp posts are painted pink. Is it just another experiment of yours?"
He quickly jotted aware of experiments.
" What do you mean by other experiments?"
"Like the experiments you are putting me through. With the needle, the drugs."
She jumped up from the bench, the plastic blue jumpsuit squeaking. She grabbed his neck and twisted it around. The subtle crack woke him up, not a single drop of sweat. He grabbed his notepad, flipped twelve pages and jotted the date down. A full year since it started, never skipping a night. He knew that when he went to work the next day the torment of sleep would control his behavior. He knew he would stick the needle in harder, he would slice her skin deeper, and he would then for the next thirty minutes experience a deep arousal.
art: isabel Jesuscomingsoon.
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