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Chapter 7 by wicker wicker

Do they help?

themselves

"I don't think you're in any position to demand anything from us," said Marie.

"Look, I just need to get some clothes, and something to drink. Are you going to help me or just fuck around and vandalize," said Jamie as she became increasingly annoyed as her mood got even worse.

Jackie walked up to Jamie, grabbed her hair on the back of Jamie's head, then swung her leg under Jamie to sweep her off her feet. Jamie landed face down with Jackie on top of her. "See, and you said my martial arts lessons were a waste of time."

"Get off me, you fucking dyke!" cried Jamie before realizing that yelling just made her head throb worse.

Jackie reached over and picked up a bottle of forest green spray paint. She started spraying the back of Jackie's head.

"Hey stop!" cried Jamie. "I'm sorry! I really am. I just had a bad...."

Marie shoved the toe of her shoe into Jamie's mouth. "Hold still or you might lose some teeth."

Jamie froze. The taste of the shoe, which had walked on and through who knows what was worse than cotton-mouth. She could also hear the spray paint and smell it.

"I always wanted a human canvas," said Jackie.

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