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Gang raped? By that thing? Braxton shook his head, keeping his back pinned up against the wall. “No fucking way I’m doing it.” he said with a scowl. It’s bad enough when a man wants to screw him, but that…creature? He couldn’t even comprehend how it would be.
But when Rio said could have been true. If that thing wanted more than one of them, then maybe all were the victims, or at least more than just one.
Pursing his lip, Braxton looked at the other men, really hoping one would want to do it but…it was obvious no one would really want to. Who would? And as it got closer, his anxiety arose, and his heart beat grew faster in his chest.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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