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“I-I-I--” GULP. Never had swallowing something been so PAINFUL. How had ONE QUESTION reduced her to such a RESTLESS MESS. She wanted to scratch. Scratch that. She WAS scratching -- QUITE RELENTLESSLY. Too many scenarios had INTRUDED upon her EVER-MORE-DARK-AND-DANGEROUS MIND. Hounding her. Overwhelming her. AROUSING HER. Many of the images she was sure weren’t even RIGHT. They were just things she’d OVERHEARD or that Helena had TAUNTED & TEASED HER WITH. All except the ones she’d had the MISFORTUNE of walking in on. And maybe that night Helena ATE HER OUT. And maybe that night Helena RODE HER FACE. “I...” Even if she WANTED to tell-all, she honestly DOUBTED it would be possible. No. These were not thoughts she had the VOICE to CONFESS. So instead she’d BLEED THEM OUT HERSELF.
(Because THAT tactic was CLEARLY working out well...)