The Adventures of the Jade
Dragon
Episode
6
Chapter
8 A Close Shave for
Melissa
Melissa was
trapped. There was nowhere in
the narrow hallway where she could hide.
Just a few feet away a door was
opening. In a few seconds or
less she would be discovered.
Quickly, she reached above her and screwed out the naked light bulb
over her head. Immediately her
section of the hallway was plunged into
darkness. Making herself as small
as she could, she crouched on the floor.
The door opened. A man stepped
into the hall and looked in her direction, but Melissa saw that he did not
see her. The man shrugged at
the absence of light and turned in the opposite
direction. In a few seconds he
was gone. But the brief time
the door had been open had given Melissa another
clue. She had clearly detected
the sound of frightened sobbing coming from
within.
Quickly, she moved closer to the door.
From within came the sound of muffled
voices. She waited a few seconds
and then slowly turned the doorknob.
Silently, she edged the door open the smallest of
cracks.
“Shut up, bitch, or you won’t live to get to
Melissa squeaked the door open another
millimeter. Now she could see
something of what was going on in the
room. There were several men
in the room. One was a young,
blond-haired thug with a scar running down what had once been a handsome
face, but which was now disfigured not only by the scar, but by cruelty and
a life of evil. The other two
were older, nondescript types typical of a lot of the thugs who frequented
the waterfront. Four young women
stood in front of them. Two of
them sobbing quietly. Their hands
were tied over their heads and hooked to large beams by spikes driven into
the wood.
They all appeared frightened out of their
wits. All except
one. She was an attractive brunette,
probably no more than sixteen years old.
She stared defiantly at the assembled thugs, her eyes meeting those
of her kidnappers unflinchingly.
The blond thug moved over in
front of her and began to slowly unbutton her simple white
blouse.
The girl flinched away from his touch, but did not cry out or drop her
gaze. Soon the front of her blouse
was wide open, exposing her heaving bra-covered
breasts. His face twisting into
a lascivious sneer, the thug slid his hands under her bra and fondled her
orange-sized young breasts.
The girl blanched but made no sound other than her heavy
breathing. With deliberate cruelty,
scarface closed his hands over her breasts.
“Ah!” the girl exclaimed between clenched
teeth. She was trembling in
terror.
Melissa had seen enough. She
pushed the door wide open and charged into the
room. The men looked up in stunned
surprise as she burst through the door.
Only a quick backward step saved scarface from having his testicles
smashed into groin, but the other two men were not so
lucky. Having missed her first
target, Melissa swung into the other two goons, taking out one with a strike
to the solar plexus and the other with a kick to the head.
Then she turned on the remaining tough.
Scarface backed away from her, a look of fear on his
face. “Who the Hell are
you?” he exclaimed in panic.
“Your worst nightmare, scum.”
Melissa still spoke English awkwardly, but she was relearning the
language quickly.
The look of panic left the blond thug’s
face. “I don’t think
so,” he leered.
Halfway into her attack, Melissa suddenly
halted. Something was not
right. Scarface seemed too
confident. Too late she started
to turn. The blackjack from the
thug who had been sitting behind the door caught her a glancing blow on the
side of her head.
The lead-weighted sap might have crushed her skull if she had not made that
slight turn. But it was enough
to send a wave of star-filled blackness swirling through her
head. She turned in a complete
circle and fell to the floor.
She awoke to a pounding headache.
She shook her head to clear it and instantly regretted her
action. Someone had driven a
truck over her. She reached to
hold her throbbing head and found that she could not move her
arms. It was then that she realized
that she had been tied up in the same way that the four girls she had tried
to rescue had been. She was seized
by a moment of panic. Without
thinking she wrenched at her bonds like a trapped
animal.
Her struggles succeeded only in tightening the knots of the ropes that held
her. Breathing heavily and covered
in perspiration she finally gave up her desperate
battle. “Think, Melissa”
she thought. “Stop acting
like a frightened girl.
You’re a trained assassin.
It’s time to act like one.”
She assessed her situation, forcing herself to be
calm. The room she was in appeared
identical to the one where the girls had been held prisoner, but the girls
were nowhere in sight. It appeared
that she had been strung up in a different room; one that was similar in
most details. She was alone,
but not for long.
The door opened and Scarface, entered, a triumphant smirk plastered on his
face. “Awake,
bitch? Thought you might be by
now. Let me
guess. You’re one of those
God-damned heroines who are always screwing up people like
me.”
Melissa made no answer. Her heart
pounded in fear. There seemed
to be no weakness in the ropes that held
her. Not only were her wrists
tied tight, but each of her ankles was secured to a bolt in the floor, leaving
her long legs slightly spread. For
some reason that she still wore her
costume. For that she was
grateful. Only her face had been
unmasked. That was a detail that
did not concern her too much. She
really had no identity to hide.
Soon, however, she came to realize that Scarface had left her dressed
simply so that he could have the pleasure of removing her costume, one bit
at a time.
The blond thug stood in front of her.
He was a strongly built man of average height, but the cruel twist
of his lips and the jagged scar on his cheek ruined any chance he might have
had of being handsome. He studied
her for a minute, looking her over like a piece of
meat. Melissa felt herself becoming
distinctly uncomfortable under that penetrating
gaze. Her mind flashed back to
her ordeal at the hands of the Master Assassin and she
shuddered.
Scarface caught the tremor.
Mistaking it for fear of his presence, he grinned his sardonic smile
and moved closer. “A God-damned
heroine,” he repeated.
“I’m going to enjoy
this.” Reaching into the
pocket of his jacket he pulled out a long-bladed jackknife and unfolded the
blade.
“Touch me and you’ll regret it,” Melissa
warned. Her chest
heaved. It was a hollow
threat. No one even knew where
she was. Even worse no one would
miss her for hours, but she felt so helpless that she just had to say
something.
Scarface laughed.
“Yeah. You look pretty
dangerous. I’m shaking in
my boots. I don’t think
I have much to worry about.”
“I have friends. They’ll
come looking for me.”
Scarface laughed. It was the
smug self-satisfied laugh of a man who has figured everything
out. He
knew
that no one would come looking for her.
“I don’t think so,
cutie. You costumed heroines
work alone. I’ll bet you
don’t even have an arrangement for anyone to come looking for you, do
you?”
Melissa cursed her overconfidence.
If only she had told Natassia what she was up
to. Of course, Natassia would
have forbidden her to go out on her own.
She wished now, however, that she had not been so
reckless.
Scarface extended the knife as he moved toward
her. He was looking at her breasts
and there was a vicious gleam in his
eyes. Melissa took a deep breath,
preparing herself for the ordeal.
To her immense relief he simply slipped the blade under the single
shoulder strap of her costume and cut through the thin
material. Melissa reddened as
the top of her dress fell away, revealing her perfect breasts, now covered
only by a demi-bra.
Scarface chuckled. “I
don’t get it. You dress
like a whore and then blush like a
schoolgirl. Don’t tell me
you’re still a virgin.”
Melissa’s colour deepened.
“I don’t believe you.
Should I check?”
Melissa shook her head.
“No,” she said quietly, “I’m
not.”
“So you dress like a slut and you are a
slut. What’s the
problem?” Scarface’s
eyes were fixed on her swelling breasts.
Melissa realized she had let the conversation move in the wrong
direction. Scarface was entertaining
himself at her expense. She said
nothing.
“Cat got your tongue, cutie?
Don’t worry I think you’ll be making a lot more noise before
I’m through.” He ran
the tip of the blade along the curve of her left
breast.
Melissa held her breath. A vein
throbbed in her throat. There
was no telling what a man as depraved as Scarface might do, and she was
completely defenceless. Her hear
was pounding so fast that she was sure the thug would be able to hear
it. She saw his eyes widen even
more as her chest expanded pushing her breasts
higher. Immediately, she realized
that she had made a mistake. In
her helpless position, the last thing she wanted to do was to titillate the
man who might be inclined to rape her.
“Very nice,” Scarface said.
He reached behind her and unsnapped the
bra. Since it was strapless,
once he released it, her heavy, rose-crested breasts fell
free.
“Christ what a set!” he exclaimed, licking his
lips. “You sure are
something.”
Dazzled by the perfection of her breasts, Scarface at first failed to notice
the scorpion burned between her
twin hemispheres, but when he did a curious look came over his
face. “What the hell happened
to you? Is that
real?” Tentatively, he reached
out his hand and ran his fingers over the livid
scar.
“God, that’s some decoration.
What do you call yourself,
dollface? You are certainly more
of a mystery than I expected.”
Melissa did not answer. “My
name is Chandos,” Scarface said.
“Some folks call me Scar, but usually not to my
face.” He moved his hands
so that they cupped each of her breasts and gave them a gentle
squeeze.
“Christ,” he swore.
“These are a treasure.
I’ve never felt tits so
firm.” He squeezed harder,
causing Melissa to hold her breath, and then he took her delicate carmine
nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each
hand. Without thinking Melissa
tensed as he rolled the tender
buds between his fingers. Her
growing fear did not go unnoticed by
Chandos. Cupping her left breast
he lifted it and closed his lips on her nipple, sucking it
erect.
Melissa broke out in a cold sweat.
Her memory flashed back to the brutal gang rape she had experienced
at the hands of the Assassins’
Guild. It was a memory that filled
her with dread. “Not
again,” she thought. It
was like being trapped in a nightmare.
Chandos continued to work over her taut
nipples. He seemed fascinated
by their firm beauty. Only with
great reluctance did he tear himself away from his
suckling. There was something
else he wanted more.
“Time to see what other secrets you have,
cutie. He wielded the knife once
more. A single cut left the remains
of her filmy dress on the floor.
Only her black panties, stocking, boots, and gloves stood between
her and total nudity. Chandos
removed each article of clothing, using his knife to cut through the material
where necessary. He removed her
panties last, teasingly drawing out the final act of
humiliation.
Beads of sweat dotted Melissa’s skin, despite the fact that the room
was not warm. Fighting hard she
managed to control her breathing, but she could not disguise her
fright. Her heart thundered in
her chest, and her pupils were dilated in
fear. These were signs that she
could not hide from Chandos. He
gave a cruel smile of satisfaction.
“What’s the matter, heroine?
Suddenly realized that you’re
screwed? Well, you’re going
to find that out in more ways than one.”
Melissa called on her assassin’s
training. She had devoted ten
years of her life to preparing for a situation like
this. “Control,” she
thought.
“Control. I can’t
let this cheap thug intimidate me.”
Her dark eyes narrowed and assumed a look of flint-like
intensity.
Chandos seemed taken aback, but he still knew he had the upper
hand. “Tough bitch are
you? Well, let’s see how
well you handle this. ”He
ran his hands over her body, touching her everywhere, even in her most intimate
of places, and then he slipped the knife blade between the lips of her
vulva. Melissa almost lost
control. To be cut
there… The thought was
unthinkable. Fortunately, Chandos
was merely trying to frighten her.
He intended to sheath more than his knife in her garden of earthly
delights.
He stood back one more time to admire her total nudity, his eyes focussing
on the brown triangle between her legs.
He smiled and crossed the room to where there was a small
sink. Opening the medicine chest
above it, he took out a brush, a shaving mug, a straight razor, and a small
amount of shaving soap. Adding
water to the mug and soap, he worked up a lather with the brush and returned
to the now trembling female. During
all of this time, Melissa had not said a
word. Nor did she intend
to. Reaching within she used
Taoist meditative techniques to calm herself.
“Don’t move, bitch,” Chandos
said. He knelt before her and
lathered up her pubic mound. Then
with deft strokes of the razor, he shaved
her. Melissa felt a strange sensation
run through her loins. She recognized
it as the first signs of sexual arousal.
Instantly, thoughts of her brutal treatment by the Assassins’
Guild drove the feeling from her.
It was a painful memory she would not soon forget.
Chandos finished his barbering.
Melissa’s pubic mound was now shaved
clean. He ran his fingers over
the soft, clean skin gauging the girl’s
reaction. He slid his finger
into her warm cleft. Melissa
maintained her impassivity, but she was sorely
strained.
Chandos frowned. This bitch was
a cool one. She should be screaming
in fear by now, and she was hardly
sweating. It was time to turn
up the heat. Moving behind her,
he slacked off the rope holding her arms above her
head.
Melissa breathed a sigh of relief.
She had been hanging by her arms for over an hour and the strain was
beginning to tell. She knew,
however, that it was unlikely Chandos was changing her position in order
to be kind to her. Thus, she
was not surprised when he left her ankles roped to the
floor. He forced her to her knees
and then pushed her face down on the
floor. Then he straddled her,
placing his full weight on the small of her back, as if he was going to ride
a horse and she was the saddle.
Leaning forward he cut the ropes binding her wrists, but immediately grabbed
her left arm and forced it behind her
back. Her right arm followed
and he bound her wrists tightly behind her
back. Then he dismounted and
raised her into a kneeling position.
Melissa knew that her rape was about to begin.
Chandos moved around in front of her and faced his
victim. The sight of the tall,
naked beauty roused him into action.
Hurriedly, he stripped his clothes
off. He was fully erect, and
kneeling in front of her, placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her
to the floor.
She was very tight, but she made no sound as he pushed between the lips of
her vagina. Only a slight stiffening
of her body showed her distress.
Chandos noticed that the heroine’s eyes were closed, almost as
if she was asleep. Clearly she
intended to give him as little satisfaction from the rape as was
possible.
Frustrated at her lack of response, Chandos thrust brutally into
her. He knew that what he was
doing had to hurt, and her vaginal canal was completely unlubricated and
virginally tight.
Virginally tight? “Lying
bitch,” Chandos said. “You’ve never had sex
before. You are a queer
one. Most women claim they are
virgins. You tried to trick me
into thinking you weren’t one.”
“That can’t be right,” thought
Melissa. But there was no mistaking
the sensation. Chandos had come
up against her hymen. How had
her virginity been restored?
“Nova.” The
thought burst into her head. When
the white clad heroine had healed her even the old scars that covered her
body had disappeared. Her maidenhead
must have been restored at the same time.
It was a strange feeling to be deflowered for the second time; she
was determined to give Chandos as little satisfaction as
possible.
Melissa lay as still as a corpse.
If she was to be raped she intended that Chandos would have little
enjoyment from it. It took all
of her concentration and strength of will to keep from crying out or showing
distress, but she called on her assassin’s training to see her
through. Again and again Chandos
thrust into her. The sweat poured
off him as he worked her over. His
strong male scent filled her nostrils.
She could hear his harsh breathing as he slowly worked himself into
an orgasm. She called on all
her reserves of inner strength. She
would not let him hear her cry and show him any
fear. She had endured worse than
this. She would
survive.
Chandos’ gasping increased and then with a cry, he ejaculated into her,
and then climbed off her sweating body.
He regarded the helpless female with suppressed
rage. She was hardly even breathing
hard, and yet he had given her a pounding that would have made a whore
groan. “Alright, bitch,”
he spat. “You may have survived
this round, but I’m not through with you
yet. I’m gonna screw that
tight ass of yours until you are
pregnant. Then I’m gonna
turn you over to my men for a real gang bang before tossing you out onto
the street.”
Melissa felt completely degraded.
Blood and sperm stained her legs and the floor between
them. She longed to wash away
the evidence of her degradation but was still helplessly
bound. She had been taken by
a common street thug.
Regaining her composure, she closed her eyes and lay perfectly
still. She seemed asleep, but
her mind was churning. She had
to find a way out of this predicament.
She was sure that Chandos would keep his
promise. Could she endure day
after day of rape? And what would
happen if she was impregnated as Chandos had
threatened? She did not want
a child at her age. At least
not by gutter filth like Chandos.
It would be the ultimate
humiliation.
She heard Chandos getting dressed and heard him stomp from the
room. He had left her lying bound
where he had raped her. She tested
her bonds. There was very little
give, but with a bit of work she might be able to loosen
them. Calling once again on her
training, she forced herself to completely relax, and then focussed all of
her strength on her arms. The
ropes stretched infinitesimally, but it was enough to encourage her to try
again. Refocusing her efforts
she strained at the ropes binding her
wrists. This time there was definite
progress. The ropes had stretched
and were now loose enough that she could begin to work them loose from her
wrists. If only Chandos or one
of his henchmen would stay away for a few minutes longer she would be
free.
The door opened. Two of
Chandos’ henchmen strode into the
room. “Hey, looks like the
boss has really been having some fun,” said one of the
thugs. “Think he’d
mind it we had a little action too?”
“Why would he?” said the other. “He didn’t say we
couldn’t make use of her.
Who’s gonna be first?”
“Let’s toss for it.
“I’ll toss, you
call.” The thug pulled out
a quarter from his pocket and tossed it in the air, catching it on his palm
and then slapping it onto his wrist.
“Heads,” called the other thug.
The tosser revealed the coin.
“Tails you lose,” he said.
“Tails you both lose,” said
Melissa. The thugs had delayed
just long enough that she had worked her hands
free. Even though her feet were
still tied to the rings in the floor, both hoodlums were standing so close
to her that they were within easy reach.
As she spoke, she vaulted to her feet and delivered simultaneous knife
hands across the bridges of their noses.
It took incredible coordination, but in spite of the working over
she had received from Chandos, she had enough strength and power to pull
it off.
Clutching their shattered noses, both men staggered
back. One turned toward the door
in a vain effort to leave the room and find safety, but Melissa drove her
fist straight into his kidneys. His
strength left him and he collapsed before he could reach the
door. The other reached for his
gun, still seeking to fight back, but he was also too slow. She drove her
fists into his midsection dropping him to the
floor. Judging that both men
were too incapacitated to cause her further harm, she hurriedly freed her
ankles from the ropes holding them.
No one had come through the door.
She supposed that the criminals who had captured her thought her helpless
enough that no more than two men were needed to deal with
her. Well, if they would
not come to her, then she would go to
them.
She felt like cleaning herself up, but realized that a light wash would not
clean away the stain of dishonor she had experienced
tonight. She would take her vengeance
first and look after herself later.
However, she could not go after Chandos
naked. She retrieved her costume
from the floor and put it on. It
was not damaged too badly, and she was able to tie together the places where
Chandos had cut the material from her
body. Now she was ready for
action.
Turning off the light in the room she crossed to the door and opened it
slightly. There was no one in
the hall. She moved out of the
room and headed toward the room where she had first seen the four young women
imprisoned. As she moved down
the hall, she unscrewed each light bulb she came to, plunging the hall into
darkness. At last she came to
the room where she had been taken
prisoner.
As before, there were voices coming from the
room. She put her ear to the
door. “We’ll ship these
bitches tonight. But I want to
hang onto the heroine. I promised
to impregnate her and I’m sure you boys would like some time with
her.” Chandos had been speaking,
and as he finished there were murmured sounds of
agreement. It sounded as if the
entire gang was in the room.
“So much the better,” thought
Melissa. “At least I won’t
have one coming up behind me.”
She hesitated, and then throwing caution to the winds she turned the
doorknob and burst into the room.
Coming as she was from a darkened hallway, she was at first dazzled by the
light in the room, but she solved that quickly by flicking down the lightswitch
as she entered, plunging the room into
darkness.
Now she had the upper hand as the only light in the room came from the street
lamps shining in through the single
window. Of course, the thugs
could always turn the light back on, and that is exactly what a couple of
them tried to do. Silhouetted
against the window they were easy targets for
Melissa. One went down holding
his squashed gonads, the other staggered backward, clutching his shattered
nose.
Flame stabbed the darkness and the crash of firearms shook the
room. The crooks fired wildly
on the direction of the door.
Melissa would certainly have been killed if she had still been
there. But an assassin anticipates
the moves of an opponent. Melissa
was already closing in on her adversaries from the side, having moved quickly
around them, her movements masked by the screams of the injured
men.
The flash of the guns made her opponents easy to
locate. She took
out two more before they even
knew she was there. This time
she used her secret weapon, the straight razor that Chandos had used to shave
her. Terrible screams came from
her opponents as she sliced though their
flesh. Carefully, she tried to
avoid killing them. She still
couldn’t bring herself to do that, but she had no compunctions about
teaching them a lesson.
Screams of rage and terror filled the
room. The men cursed, the captive
girls shrieked in shrill horror.
Melissa gauged that there were still four men still alive in the room,
counting Chandos, and discounting the four men she had already taken
out. They crowded back toward
the window, seeking better light, but foolishly outlining themselves against
the light from the street lamps.
Like a wraith she moved toward them.
Not a man realized she was there
until the cruel edge of the razor sliced across one of their
faces. The man screamed horribly,
thrashing wildly as he fell. Using
the confusion engendered by her attack Melissa moved right among the remaining
three men. Two quick slashes
sent gouts of blood streaming from two more slashed
faces. The men panicked, and
ran screaming from the room. Now,
only Chandos remained.
“Where are you dammit!” he
screamed. Firing his gun, he
pumped bullets wildly around the room.
The captive girls screamed
piercingly, giving Melissa reason to believe that Chandos had accidentally
hit one of them. She hurled herself
toward him. But at the last instant,
in complete panic, the thug turned and hurled himself through the
window.
It was a two-story drop to the street
outside. And Chandos landed
awkwardly, breaking both legs and his right
arm. From the window, Melissa
watched him as he lay on the pavement, moaning in
agony. He was probably crippled
for life. She suppressed a look
of satisfaction. It was poor
form to take pleasure in the suffering of
another.
She turned to the still screaming girls.
Without turning on the lights, she cut their bonds and led each one
to the door. It was better, she
thought, if none of them saw the carnage in the
room. As she led the last one
out, she joined them in the hallway.
They were all so terrified that none of them had thought to try and
escape the building.
Melissa spotted one girl who was not weeping in
terror. “There is a phone
at the end of the hall,” she
directed. “Phone the police
and tell them to come to the warehouse at
The girl nodded. Melissa watched
as she headed for the telephone and then quickly exited the
building. She had some way to
go before she got to the place where she had stashed her street clothes and
could get a cab to take her home.
She had the cab drop her off a few blocks from Master Zhou’s home, having
changed her mind about her destination.
She didn’t want Natassia to see her in the condition she was
in. She was sporting several
bruises and her costume was badly torn.
She hoped that maybe the Jade Dragon would be there and she could
get cleaned up a bit. What she
really wanted to do was clean out the vile cream that Chandos had shot into
her vagina. She was a little
sore in that area as well. Chandos
had not exactly been gentle in his
lovemaking.
She did not go to the front door, not wanting to wake the
servants. There was a side entrance
with a coded lock that allowed superheroines to come and go from the section
of his palatial residence that was set aside for
them. Sun Lin had given her the
combination just a few days ago.
She entered silently. There was
only a single light in the house and it appeared
empty. She supposed that the
Jade Dragon and the other superheroines were still out on
patrol. The training room was
deserted.
She plumped herself down on a weightlifting bench and removed her
headgear. She felt
depressed. Her first mission
had not been as successful as she would have
liked. True, she had eliminated
a number of white slavers and released their victims, but she had been impetuous
and careless. If her captors
had not been even more careless, she might have been
killed. As it was she had been
violated. She could still sense
the warm filth that Chandos had ejaculated into
her.
Suddenly, her senses tingled. There
was someone else in the room with her.
She turned her head scanning the dim corners of the
room. It appeared empty, but
something told her that someone was
there. Slowly, she got to her
feet.
“You must be Scorpion.”
Melissa whirled. The voice had
come from directly behind her. Eyes
wide, she beheld a tall young woman of slender build dressed in a blue and
purple costume.
“Sun Lin told me about you.
I’m Kyla Smith, the Blue Avenger.”
Melissa nodded in reply. She
had heard of the Blue Avenger, the woman with the power of invisibility,
but until now had not met her.
“I’ve been watching you since you came in,” the Blue Avenger
continued. “You seem
troubled. Did your patrol not
go well?”
Melissa shook her head. Kyla
stepped closer to her, noting her torn
costume. “Were you
caught?”
Melissa nodded. Kyla sat beside
her and placed her arm around the girl.
She knew what happened to heroines who were taken
prisoner. “Did you escape
or did they let you go?”
“Escaped,” whispered the girl.
“And where are your captors now?”
“The police have them,” Melissa murmured, her eyes filling with
tears.
Kyla nodded. She held the girl
close for a few seconds.
“Come.” she said.
“I’ll help you get cleaned
up.”
Afterward, Melissa told her story.
Kyla listened attentively.
She had changed out of her Blue Avenger costume while waiting and
was now wearing a flowered print dress.
She sat next to the subdued girl.
“It is a danger faced by all superheroines,” she
said. “It has happened to
me. It has happened to Suzi,
and you know that it has happened to the Jade Dragon and
Nova. It is the price a superheroine
must sometimes pay. You must
decide if you are prepared to go on.
No one would blame you if you quit.”
Melissa raised tear-filled eyes.
“I do not wish to quit,” she said, her voice
quavering. “I wish to prove
that I am a superheroine every bit as good as the others, but I fear that
I lack the courage. You don’t
know how close I came to breaking last
night. I might have given away
everything to escape further humiliation and torture.”
“No,” replied Kyla, “you would not have done
so. In spite of your youth and
inexperience you are a strong person.
You have a good heart. I
know that you have endured terrible pain in your life and
survived. You will survive this
as well.” She put her arm
around Melissa’s shoulder as she
spoke. Weeping quietly, Melissa
lay her head on the smaller woman’s shoulder and cried herself
out.
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