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“Why should he get prime pussy while we all share those whores at the Cabins?” Morgan studied him as he stepped closer to her; he was sloppy and impulsive, a deadly combination for a soldier. “Don’t come any closer or I’m going to kill you,” she warned. “The only thing getting hurt today is that pussy of yours,” he said moving forward. As he reached for her indian arm, she went low to the knife on his belt. Unbuckling it, she slipped her slender fingers into the holster, pulling out the serrated blade. By the time he realized what she was doing, she had driven the knife through the bottom of his jaw, up into his skull. His blood sprayed down onto her white shirt as he jerked away screaming. Holding firm, she turned to the other soldiers, looking directly at them as she twisted the knife, ripping it back out. Horrified, they pointed their rifles back at her. “Put the fucking knife down bitch!” She stood back up, tilting her head at them. “You watch me do that and still call me a bitch?” The soldier she stabbed was on the floor, desperately clawing at his face. “None of you have any fucking manners,” she said carrying the bloody knife in her hand. Walking toward them, she put her chest against one of their rifles, her tits hugging around the barrel as it pressed into her sternum. “I dare you to shoot me. Pretty please, make my fucking day.” She watched the soldier’s hand shake as he hovered over the trigger, unwilling to press it. If they haven’t shot her by now, then they never would. “I’m leaving this room and you’re not going to stop me,” she said turning to the door. They both kept their guns on her but didn’t make any moves to stop her. Right as she touched the door to leave the room, it opened. Murph stood in front of her with more soldiers, his eyes widening at the sight of her. “What the fuck?!” Changing tactics, she put on her best pouty face, pointing toward the now dead soldier on the floor. “He tried to hurt me, I told him to take me back to the apartment but he wouldn’t...” Murph looked at the other soldiers, all completely pale in the face and visibly scared. He put his arm over her protectively, motioning for those behind him. “Arrest them.” The soldier she didn’t recognize from the stairwell pulled away as he was handcuffed. “Commander, No! Only Private Corbo tried to do anything to her. I swear we didn’t... , “ he yelled. Murph walked up to him, grabbing his neck. Slamming his head against the brick wall, he leaned into his face. “Shut the fuck up.” She watched the soldier, standing behind Murph’s back. “If you weren’t a soldier you would already be dead,” he snarled squeezing his neck. “Bring them all down to the holding cells,” he ordered letting go of the soldier. Turning back to her, he frowned. “How did you get down here?” Looking over her clothes, his eyes narrowed further. “So you were trying to escape and they found you?” india She crossed her arms, trying to think up an excuse. “No, I was looking for you because a fucking bomb went off,” she said, resuming her pout. “I didn’t know what was going on and then he started chasing me.” Murph walked up to the soldier inspecting his body; his jaw was slack with dark blood still flowing from the stab wound. “Sure, no problem. He couldn't believe that he told her. "No, no, Mrs. C. right here." I was almost expecting him to pick his nose while he talked to us. "Squad Leader Mills," Murph barked, indian grabbing her hip. It was much too warm to have it zipped up and therefore I used it more like a blanket. To lighten the mood I suggested that we all make a huge pillow nest in the living room in front of the fire and have a sleepover here. She hadn't seen me get wild. Mike: Sally I can't believe it. Part of me reveled in it. “She'll love either hole,” moaned my sister. Although they could press their feet to the cold concrete floor, they could only do this on tiptoes, and this accelerated the strain on their legs and ankles. She was obviously in some discomfort because she continued to push me away saying, “It hurts.” He circled back around and knelt next to the vans sliding door, india knowing he’d most likely dump her corpse out the back. Ashley yelped and stood up, dodging the torrent of cold water from the showerhead. What is a girl to do when your host asks for a special request? She was. Kyle appreciated that we were so cool about it. "I get it. She was the complete package! “Jill, that could mean we would each get $3500 not 5 grand.” I argued back. and the custodian was sick . . . She seems to be using a strategy of keeping her back to Riyena, as though the shapeshifter will protect us with the whip. Henry glared at Dave. "Down?" he wondered as the magic carried him lower and lower.