I tried to get out of my way and enjoy it, and had to trust the men to do the same. He'd been crying while he held me, but I hadn't felt a single sob, nothing, but the fierceness in his arms, his hands, and silent tears. Then I got a second clip from my belt, reloaded and fired into his chest until I could see light through his body. That bit of mind-fucking he allowed himself.
He was pale, and the fingers against my face were like ice. Then drew back enough to smile at me, that wonderful smile. No, Requiem said, it is not. I pulled away from him, and his fear skyrocketed.
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