[ She doesn't like the way it feels, how it's almost a caress and not at the same time, and if she'd have thought it would help her get away, she'd have spit in his face. Or kneed him in the crotch. Instead, she just grimaces and deals with it, jaw tight as she looks at him. Charlie hates that someone she'd liked, had actually told things to and learned to trust had become like this. Some part of her can't really blame him, knowing what she knows, but the illogical part just can't stand it. ]
How was that beggin'? No doesn't mean yes. [ She pulls a little, trying to free her hand. ] I'm still not afraid of you.
[ So do what you're gonna do, and leave her alone. ]
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How was that beggin'? No doesn't mean yes. [ She pulls a little, trying to free her hand. ] I'm still not afraid of you.
[ So do what you're gonna do, and leave her alone. ]