glance 303
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[Her already low voice has dropped to a lower tone. Maybe to keep steady? She speaks, hushed and hoarse.]
Heh. I been locked up before. That was for a blotched job, not on my part. I'm a killer. That's who I am. Y'can hurt me. Fuck it, you can kill me. But you can't make me sorry.
Hear that?
[Ah, there's still piss and vinegar in there. She yells and it sounds painful, Elle doesn't care.]
Do you hear that you sons of bitches? I AM NOT SORRY.
[Static consumes the audio until there is breathing. Speaking lowly as before, she continues:]
I'll get out of here. That's a fucking promise.
[Her already low voice has dropped to a lower tone. Maybe to keep steady? She speaks, hushed and hoarse.]
Heh. I been locked up before. That was for a blotched job, not on my part. I'm a killer. That's who I am. Y'can hurt me. Fuck it, you can kill me. But you can't make me sorry.
Hear that?
[Ah, there's still piss and vinegar in there. She yells and it sounds painful, Elle doesn't care.]
Do you hear that you sons of bitches? I AM NOT SORRY.
[Static consumes the audio until there is breathing. Speaking lowly as before, she continues:]
I'll get out of here. That's a fucking promise.