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Chapter 5 by skydig skydig

Does Tori enter, or does she try to speak through the door?

Tori opened the door.

Tori opened the door in time to see a shirtless man in black sweats smashing his head against the wall.

She put her hand to her mouth and gasped.

Head dripping with blood, hands flat to the wall, the man threw his head back and smashed it again.

“Oh my god!” Tori said.

Gary stood by the door near Tori. He rushed behind Tori and shut the door.

“What's going on!? What's he doing?” Tori said.

“Just Uncle Mike... he's wasted.”

“Should...Shouldn't we do something?”

“Be my guest,” Gary said, not really expecting Tori to take the offer.

It was a small bedroom, and nothing surprising except for the cabinets at the back wall. They must have been empty, thought Tori, because everything else was all over the floor.

Tori stepped over a few magazines and beer bottles to get to him.

“Hey! Stop it. I'm here... Mike. Remember? It's me, Tori! You talked to John...”

Mike turned and saw Tori for the first time in his life. It was enough to change his mind.

“Oh yeah...” he said.

He put his hands on Tori's arms and examined her face as though she were a gift, wrapped in shiny paper. Her eyes sparkled.

His head was coated with blood, and he smelled of sweat.

“Aww, look at you,” she said. “Let's get you cleaned up.”

She slid out from his hands and turned to walk to the door.

Then, in her step, as a hand flailed back, he tried to grab it and pull her. She slipped free and ran. But the door was closed, and Gary was just standing there. so she ran a different way. Mike chased her in circles around the room.

Finally, she ended up jumping on his bed. A big mistake, because no one knew their bed better than Mike.

“Stop!” she said, raising her hands to balance on the wobbly bed as if she were skiing for the first time.

Just as she turned around, Mike pulled at her ankle and toppled her onto the ruffled sheets. He pulled at her legs, letting them dangle over the side of the bed. Then, he crawled over her and pawed at her breasts, which sat tightly beneath a push-up bra and a slim striped v-neck tee.

“No!” she screamed, thrashing her legs.

“Ha-ha!”

Does she try to knee him, or let him continue?

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