#405507 - I can feel the slow dripping of cold semen seeping out of me, and the wetness on my legs tells me that most of it is already on me. As I swing the door closed and sashay forward, one of the men springs to his feet. My heart is pounding away like a bird trying to free itself from its cage and I run to the only place I can- the pantry closet.
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