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"Don't really care what you do," said the man pinning Mal to the wall. His knee was between her legs, and she could feel him pressed entirely too close to her. She wondered if he could feel her heart racing. She'd been sleeping with strangers for years now. There was nothing to give away anymore, so secrets, no sanctity. But she'd been sleeping with men on her terms, for very specific, very private reasons.
"We don't know what you're talking about," she said coldly, and was ashamed to hear just the slightest tremor of fear in her voice. No. No. It was too early to be falling apart. She knew men like this. Men like this were not really men at all. They were monsters. Parasites who fed, thrived on fear. Grew strong off the tang of iron in the back of her throat. Was she shaking? God, she hoped she wasn't shaking. Let the other two men take her. Let them snap fingers or shove her head in a bucket of water. Anything but this.
The man threw back his head an laughed. "I was hopin' you'd say that." He glanced back at his comrades, jerking a thumb over his shoulder at the blonde man and the man with the bloody arm. "This here's Benny. Handsome devil your friend here near tried to eat, that's the Professor. He used to be a teacher, see? Real smart and all that. Me? I'm Tex. I figure you got some time with me tryin'ta git this here Catalyst location outta ya the easy way. And if that don't work, well, then, my buddies here can be pretty convincing, too."
"We don't know what you're talking about," she said coldly, and was ashamed to hear just the slightest tremor of fear in her voice. No. No. It was too early to be falling apart. She knew men like this. Men like this were not really men at all. They were monsters. Parasites who fed, thrived on fear. Grew strong off the tang of iron in the back of her throat. Was she shaking? God, she hoped she wasn't shaking. Let the other two men take her. Let them snap fingers or shove her head in a bucket of water. Anything but this.
The man threw back his head an laughed. "I was hopin' you'd say that." He glanced back at his comrades, jerking a thumb over his shoulder at the blonde man and the man with the bloody arm. "This here's Benny. Handsome devil your friend here near tried to eat, that's the Professor. He used to be a teacher, see? Real smart and all that. Me? I'm Tex. I figure you got some time with me tryin'ta git this here Catalyst location outta ya the easy way. And if that don't work, well, then, my buddies here can be pretty convincing, too."