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        There was no response to a question like that. 

        I stared into his eyes and I felt myself shift.  I wasn't sure if he
 was joking - some fucked up sick shit humor - or if he was serious.  I felt
 myself shrink into the awkward and ugly child I had been, I felt my
 discomfort return and pump through my veins, until I was filthy and scared
 just like I had been for years.

        There was no joke.

        I let my eyes drift away from his face and down to the dirt, that's
 what I was, just dirt underneath his nails.  I felt his rough hand
 underneath my chin and bringing my head sharply back to look at his face.

        How could I answer a question like that?

        I remembered a time when his large pupils made me feel confident
 about who I was.  I remembered when the comforting smile that they offered
 was a shelter for me.  But that security had disolved and he stood there, a
 foot taller than me, digging his fingers into my pixy-jaw-line.

        I fell to my knees, the tears that I had banished for so long built
 on my cheeks, fatly rolling down to my slowly reddening chest.

        He pulled me to my feet and forced me into the kitchen, rough hands
 working their way to control me and I wept tears of red across the apartment
 floor for fear and for isolation.

        Just as he had promised he never would, he pushed my back to the wall
 and forced my mouth open with a single violent kiss.  There were no screams
 to be heard.  I couldn't betray him, not even an utterance of fear at his
 first thrust.  I just stared into his eyes, empty and cold.

        I could not answer his question.

        The apartment was empty, just his huffs of pleasure, his lust on the
 walls and my blood spread across the floor, as his question bounced off the
 walls.

        "If I murdered you right now, would you still put up a resistance to
 my touch?"

        My neck gapes and I grin lewdly as he manipulates my chilling body. 

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