Keeping Warm:
The Uglies were hot on their trail, she just knew it. To compensate for her own diminished mental faculties, which even she was sometimes aware of, she focused all of her attention on the man and his beautiful profile. He told her, mostly without words, what she needed to do and she followed him as best she could. Three times now, or was it four, she’d been sidetracked by something soft or shiny and had only realized she wasn’t watching him any longer by a short and quick tug on her arm.
Mostly that’s all it would take to get her back on track. The man’s hand was smooth and strong and brought with it a sense of calm that urged her to open the box that held her safe but she knew it was a bad idea. Man couldn’t hold on to her indefinitely. No, it was a bad bad idea. If she ever took off the necklace, he wouldn’t want to touch her ever again; then how would she keep herself separated?
She tried, she tried so hard not to look around her, that wouldn’t help and she’d drag them to a halt if she got too distracted. The voices were creeping and hovering and they were right there, waiting for the moment that he let go to invade. He did. Her feet were moving, pounding into the floor toes gripping and gaining purchase when she passed the shiny table with the stopping straps.
And froze.
She was so cold, too cold, and they were cutting and hurting and burning and the patch of skin they peeled from her left arm was the only place she could focus on. Someone else spoke then, someone burned into her brain a long long time ago. The first.
That’s what you get you dirty mutie, that’s what you fucking deserve. All those things I told you, they were a lie. I only wanted to hurt you. It’s because you’re nothing. You’re lower than low, you’re not human.
Marie slid to the floor, a worthless loony girl as cold as ice. She wondered, briefly, if the man would even notice that she was gone.
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