Her little fists pummeled at him, and he accepted the abuse. Until he realized sheโd made an improper fist and was actually hurting herself. He wound an arm around her waist, spun her and slammed her into the hard line of his body to still her. โLet me go!โ โIn a minute.โ As she struggled, he pulled her thumb out from beneath her fingers and rearranged her fist. โHit like this.โ Done, he released her.
Gena ShowalterIt shall be my pleasure to remedy it. First, it is not your strength or your speed that draws me. It's your...everything. Your laugh, your wit, your emotions and the way they change. Your courage, your sweetness, your near obsessive delight in cookies. Second, you are indeed a prize. You've made me want what no one else ever had. A communion of bodies." -Zacharel to Annabelle
Gena ShowalterSorry, but I have plans elsewhere,โ William said darkly. โIโm leaving tomorrow morning, and Iโll be gone for a few weeks.โ โWhat plans?โ โDoesnโt matter why I kept you in the dark. Iโm going and thatโs final.โ โYou canโt go without me,โ Gilly said. โI can and I will.โ โYou promised to protect me always. How can you protect me if youโre gone?โ โI didnโt lie to you. I will always protect you,โ William told her gently. He stood, reached for her, but realized what he was doing and dropped his arms to his sides. โYou have to trust me on this.
Gena ShowalterI cannot kill him, she muttered to herself. I cannot kill him. I promised Bianka I'd stop at ten bodies a day, and I've already surpassed my quota for the fifth day in a row. I cannot kill him.
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