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I asked dryly. “You’ll take me from my home? Force me into your car? Make me watch you fuck your girlfriend?”
    “You didn’t have to watch.” A sinister smile spread across his lips and I remembered saying the same thing to him the night before.  
    “How long did you watch last night while I fucked Richard?” I asked.
    His smile faded. “Not as long as you watched. Clearly. Seemed like you liked the show today.”
    “Not as much as you liked giving it.” I took another drag on my cigarette.  
    “You’re right about that.”  
    “Guess I was wrong about her just liking missionary position.” Why was I bringing this up? I didn’t want to talk about it anymore, yet I was.  
    He smiled. “You’re wrong about a lot of things Faye. Sarah’s the best sex I’ve ever had.”
    The way he said the words was like a knife to the gut, digging into me, ripping me apart. “I hate you,” I whispered. I’d meant for them to come out strong. But they didn’t. They sounded pathetic and sad.
    “Quit being so dramatic.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m the one helping you.”
    I exhaled, watching the smoke linger between us. “I’ve already told you. No one can help me.”
    “You’re still being dramatic.”  
    I sighed and rubbed my temples. “I’m being dramatic? Me?” I let out a harsh laugh. “You know nothing.”
    “Then enlighten me.” He put his hands in his pockets and leaned up against the side of the building. So casual. So relaxed. As if life was perfect and simple. He seemed to be suppressing a smile.
    “I killed someone.” I stared up at him, the words bubbling out of me. “Two people, actually.”
    He chuckled. “You’ll have to come up with a better story than that.”
    “It’s not a story.” I turned away from him and pressed the cigarette to my lips again. Taking in the wide parking lot full of vehicles. “One night about a year ago a guy came up to me at the Truck Stop. He was alone and wanted to fuck me.” I chewed the inside of my cheek and tugged at the edge of my skirt, wondering why I was even telling this story. He might turn me in. I almost laughed at my own thought. Let him try. “So we made the deal and I got in his car.” I glanced up at Rhett. “Only he wasn’t alone. He had a friend in there and neither of them wanted to pay for the sex.”
    He frowned down at me. “You’re being serious?”
    “Does it really surprise you that there are men out there who want to fuck a prostitute for free?”
    He narrowed his gaze. “That’s not what I meant.”
    “Yeah, yeah.” I waved my hand at him and leaned back on my sore elbows, the concrete digging into the sensitive flesh. “They didn’t want to pay. So I didn’t want to fuck them.”
    “So what really happened?” He looked concerned, worried even. The emotion looked foreign on his face.
    I smirked. “What do you think happened?”
    He shook his head.  
    “They raped me.” The words were empty and numb leaving my lips. I could see the images of what happened in my mind. Their skin, their hard cocks there before me. Entering me. Taking what wasn’t theirs. “And so I killed them.”
    “Faye…” Rhett crouched down to my level.  
    “They thought they were so smart.” I focused my gaze on a red car parked just across from us. Red like the blood that ran out of their bodies. “They thought I would just lay there and take it. That I would let them fuck me and hurt me. That it would be simple. That they would just walk away from it all, another notch in their fucking belts.” I glanced over at Rhett. “But that’s not what happened.” I reached down in my purse and yanked out my knife, letting the blade click into place. “Only one them got to cum before I used this.” I could remember it like it was yesterday, even though it had been over a year ago. One had just cum in my mouth, burning my raw throat. His hand was holding my hair back, forcing my neck at a painful angle while the other one fucked