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Chapter 6 by Cantalope Cantalope

Try to talk your way out?

Fuck that, you're running!

You yank the door closed and leap across the room to the entrance, pulling it open and falling through before the walking muscle even gets the door open behind you-WHAM. You slam face first into the chest of another huge man, bouncing off and falling back against the wall, dazed and blinking. This one is younger and hispanic but his size and identical leering grin makes you wonder if he's related to the man behind you.

"Hey there Gorgeous! Where do you think you're goi-" He's interrupted by the face full of pepper spray you hit him with and jerks back against his much smaller backup, who disappears with a yelp under the yelling mass of muscle. You waste no time and bolt around them through the next door, sprinting off into the night as fast as your long legs can carry you.

Do you make it somewhere safe?

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