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LISA
When he leans forward again, jerking my face away doesn't work. He just grasps my chin in those fingers, like icicles where his nails dig into my skin and yank me toward him.
His mouth is cold and unpleasant against mine, at odds with the gentle kisses he peppers against my lips.
Disgusting.
"Sweet kitten. You'll soon see that you are meant to be here." His words are a winter wind that shuts down any hope in my soul. "I truly hope you last longer than the others."
Involuntarily, I glance around the room, at the stains on the walls. He chuckles. "Yes. They died here. But you will live for me, won't you, kitten? You'll be my good little pet, won't you?"
I feel like I've read before that you have to go along with your kidnapper's delusions.
