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(Labored breathing. Sound of skin and cloth sliding slowly across concrete. Every now and then, there are a few low grunts of pain. A pause, and panting. When her voice comes in, it's strained, hoarse.)

D-Daddy always told me... I would get in over my head-one day.

Vilg. Fro huf.

(Pause-she sounded out of breath a second ago. ( Read more... )