My Dearest, Most Wonderful Suicide Lollipop (#7)
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Sang made no move to stop me. Instead, he said:
"You know what we do to escapees?"
I stopped.
"We keep them here, forever. Until they grow old and die again. And on and on, even with each life, they can never leave. We torture their minds, until they are so insane they beg for death. I don't want to have to do that to you, sweetheart. So, please, just give up right now."
He came up behind me and grasped my arms, not gruffly, but lovingly. I shuddered. "You do know I love you, Courtney? You're like my best frined, my soul mate."
"No...no..." I whispered.
"I've been with you, in spirit from the day you were born up till now..."
"No! Get off, psycho!" I whirled on him. I landed a swift kick in his stomach. Generally speaking, I had always been way stronger than other girls my age. Two years of braving the US on foot can give you that sort of advantage.
I backed up, out of reach. Sang gasped, clutching his stomach. He fell to the floor. A trail of blood fell from his mouth. "That's what you get," I snarled.
"Courtney, sweetie....why?" He looked up at me.
I made a noncomittal face and turned my back on him. I ran out of the room.
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