<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">Latrice watched the deranged man before her drink down the liquid in an attempt to show her that it was okay. But if hours of conspiracy videos on youtube taught her anything, is that you can build up a tolerance to things by exposing yourself to it little by little. So him drinking out of the cup meant nothing to her. Even more so when he swiped some of the gunk off of her face and placed it into the drink, an extra deal breaker for her. <br/>
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"Why can't you let me go now then, if you plan to anyways?" She spoke, shifting against the chair as he pushed up her skirt higher. The cool air of the room touched her skin and made her gasp, whining out of displeasure as he touched her again. "No." The words left her lips sharply at the command to have the drink. "I don't want it and I don't want to be here!" Pulling on the ties of her wrists, her body arched as he pushed a finger into her. <br/>
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'Do you want a shower?' the words echoed of her head as he was so casual about it, as if this was a normal  thing for them. Looking down at him for a second thoughts raced through her mind before she let out a heavy breath. "Can I take the shower alone?" </span></span>