“Yeah…thanks for the image” she replied uncomfortably, folding her arms over her chest. Swallowing thickly, she stopped and turned to the bench he had taken a seat on. “You didn’t.” He could have done just as he just said, but he hadn’t. “I mean, unless you’re planning on taking me for yourself…but why wouldn’t you?”
“Sorry.” He sighed. “I’m not sick like them…” He mumbled, sure he could have joined in and raped her, forced himself on her and beaten her to near death but the thought of it made him ill. Yes he had problems and he sometimes made bad choices but to do that to a woman was not something he would ever do.
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