Violence
“The only reason you’re here, in a place like this, is you’re making your way or you lost your way. You’re trying to crawl up out of the muck or you’re fucked. Even brand new no one could kid themselves this was nice. The sun didn’t even want to come in the bedroom where Anderson awakened next to Jeannie who was still deep in sleep.He smiled. She was really snoring. She looked so vulnerable. He noticed, for the first time, one of her wrists had the faint remains of a vertical scar.He sat up, brushed the edge of the thin covers back and saw her other wrist showed indications of a scar, also.Jeanie sleepily shifted position revealing her lower back tattoo where Anderson could see several whip-like disfigurements on her hip area, the result of self-mutilation or the residue of some S&M relationship.He affectionately ran his fingers over the scars, first her hip, then one of her wrists, and poked her gently.“Hey.” Anderson whispered. Nothing. He nudged her again. But she was out like a lig...ht.Anderson sat up as he threw his legs over the edge of the bed.MoreLess
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