July 15, 2016 Inside a rural area within China's Hunan Province

A teenager sits on a couch with his grandparents watching the TV news in a rural home.

"The South China Sea arbitration ruling is an infringement on China's legitimate territorial sovereignty. The Philippines' unilateral actions are invalid under international law," begins the news anchor's voice over video.

"The government of the People's Republic of China will not abide by this charade. We will not sit idly by while foreign powers infringe upon our national interests."

The teenager turned to his grandfather and asked, "Will we go to war with the United States?"

"We will not be the first ones to start a war, but we will not back down." The old man replied. "Even if war does break out, we can hide in the mountains, just like the Japanese used to do when they attacked."

"What about the United States?"

"If we're forced into a war, we'll fight to the death. Don't worry about your parents. The government will take care of you."

"What do we do?" the teenager asked.

His grandfather thought for a moment then replied, "We'll be okay. Just prepare for the worst."

The teenager nodded.

"I don't think the Chinese Communist Party will help us, the Great Leap Forward and the Cultural Revolution have made us suffer enough." His grandmother said, "Your great-grandfather used to have a few acres of land, and when the Communists came to carry out land reform, he would have been classified as a rich peasant if the county hadn't found connections."

"We'll still be okay," the teenager said.

"The Communist Party has done a lot of wrong things, but at least the country is now rich." Grandfather lamented, "When we were young, we had to work in the production team and were counted by the number of work points. Back then, a work point was enough to support a family."

"We still can make a good living." Grandmother insisted, "You'll see."

The teenager sighed and said, "When the war comes, I hope you all are wrong."

The teenager's father returns with a disabled left hand, the result of an early childhood accident that was consumed by flames.

"We're going to need another couch to replace this one." He said.

His elderly mother-in-law picked up her apron and said, "I'm going to go make some noodles."

***

November 13, 2016

The morning started off rough. The weather was pretty bad, but I knew it would clear up later that day.

My father said to me, "My family couldn't send me to high school, so I went to technical school after middle school."

I just nodded, because I didn't want to talk about it.

My mother, father, and I had a pretty rough time getting ready. I kept forgetting to do something, or forgetting to pack something.

I went downstairs, and took a look out the window. The clouds were getting cleared up.

"Are you going to be okay?"

I ask myself if I was born in such a family, naturally I could not get a high school level of education. How did I end up like this?

I'm not going to think about it. I'm going to try to find a job. And maybe I'll be able to afford school.

Okay, look. You're going to be working as a maid, and doing other housework duties. The pay is going to be around $3-$5 a day.

It's not much, but it's something. It'll be more money than you've ever seen in your life.

That's all for now.

The door opens.

***

Six months later...

The job was pretty bad, but the family was worse.

My mother was becoming increasingly sick.

I wasn't allowed to ask questions, because the answer would be no.

It was best to just accept things.

We had to move.

I would say goodbye before I left, staring at my left arm where the machine had run over it, left over from my internship at the factory. When I was tricked into going there by the technical school, I was assigned to the older worker, but he just grunted when confronted with my questions and left, leaving me to fumble with the machine on my own, and that was the consequence.

The family was on the decline.

My grandmother, who had raised me and my siblings after my mother's death, had passed away, followed by my father's heart attack.

My sister, who still lived at home, was becoming increasingly distant. The relationship was strained, to say the least.

And I was struggling with the thought of leaving.

I was working hard at the job, but my family situation was becoming more and more dire. I can only work as a maid for some people, and you may be wondering how a teenager can be a maid? Trust me, it's a dark world. People hire teenagers to do work that adults won't do, and if you screw up, they can kick you out on the street. Which is something that has happened to me.

I don't understand why, as workers, they should be distrustful and hostile to each other and to the newcomers. Why do the men and women who sit in the offices help the capitalists to gain wealth with a sense of security? Why is the industrial capitalist justified in exploiting and oppressing people who are clearly of the same nationality as him? To make workers work full 12-hour days?

Why does the government do nothing about it?

I lay flat on my back and pondered what my grandfather's decades of Chinese Communist Party experience would say about my current situation.

My father ran away from the brutalizing years of the Cultural Revolution, but where did it get us? Back into the arms of the very people who started it in the first place.

And now, it seems, they have a new project of oppression.

The thought of it just made me sick.

I wanted to run away, but didn't know where to go.

I was stuck.

I sat up and the door opened.

A man in a black suit walked in.

"Hello, I'm here to help." He said.

What did he mean? Was he a social worker or something?

I stood up, and said weakly, "What do you want?"

"Have you ever been to Thailand & Vietnam?"

"No."

"Well, I'm representing a foundation that helps children in need. We can pay for your trip there. If you complete our application we would be able to sponsor you."

I just stared at him in disbelief. Was he serious? A paid trip to another country?

My family had never been outside of China. I didn't even know where Thailand was. I didn't know anyone who had been to such places.

"How can you even -."

"Please, let me explain myself. It's a long shot, but it's all we're left with."

I really wanted to say no. I didn't want to leave my family.

But I was weak. I've never been able to say no to anyone, not even my sister. Not even my father.

"Did you know that in Thailand, there are poor families who send their boys there?"

"What, you mean like slave labor?"

"They do it so their sons can be educated. They send them to school. They do it so their sons can get a better life."

"What are you saying?"

The man stared at my maid's outfit and said, "After I've been to Thailand, I'm interested in cross-dressers like you."

I was shocked. I looked towards the door, and started to run.

"Hey!" the man shouted, following me. "Don't run away."

"Why are you doing this?"

"I just want to get to know a maid like you!"

"Fuck you! I'm just playing!"

"What's the matter? Afraid of a little sex? Or more precisely, afraid of losing your virginity? Because it's not going to hurt so bad."

"How do you know?"

I tried to run further, but the man was quicker. He caught me just as my foot hit the ground. I was yanked backwards and thrown on top of his black suit. I was wearing a maid's uniform, so it didn't matter much when I was sitting on top of his suit.

"Let go of me! My job is just to play! Fuck you pervert!"

"Hush, hush, young lady. We don't have much time, so be quiet. Just relax. I'm not going to bite."

The man grabbed my hand, and led me towards his car.

"Where are we going?"

The man looked around, and said, "Not far. You'll see when we get there."

"You must be crazy! I'll call the police! China is not Thailand!"

As soon as I said it, I regretted it. It was a really stupid thing to do. What I should have done was just run away.

The man put his arm around me and said, "Really? Why are there nightclubs in China? Of course, I know you're not in that situation. Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I just need a little cooperation, is all."

"Fuck you, you pervert!" I said, struggling to get away.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You should learn to control your urges. You'll never get anywhere in life if you keep acting on your desires. Now, let's go. We're wasting time."

The man started to pull on his car door, but stopped.

"You still haven't told me where we're going."

"Why, do you suspect something?"

"Of course I do. You're dragging a girl into a car at 2 a.m. in the middle of nowhere, China. That's not an innocent act."

He closed the car door and said, "But you're a cross-dresser, and you're high quality, with the same skin on your calves as a woman."

"Fuck your grades!"

The man sighed, and said, "Fine. Come on."

He pulled out his pistol and I stared at him versus watching his sports car and said, "How did you get a gun?"

"It's part of my job. Now, shut up and get in."

The man drove for about ten minutes. Then, he pulled over to a dirt road.

"Get out."

I did so, and stood in front of him.

"Put your hands on the hood."

I did so.

"Now, spread your legs."

"Good. Keep them spread."

I stared at him in confusion. What was he doing?

The man grabbed my hips and said, "Hands on the hood. Spread your legs."

I did so.

"You're not gay, are you?"

"Fuck no!"

"You're lying."

"How can you tell?"

"You're too nervous. Now, put your hands on the hood, and keep them there. Don't move."

I stared at my feet. "Stop! You'll pay for this! I'll call the police!"

"Call the police? My father is a provincial leader, are you sure?"

"Fuck your fathers!"

The man grabbed his pistol, and said, "Don't move."

I stared at the ground, and said, "Yes, I'm sure."

"Well, then, shut the fuck up and keep your hands on the hood."

I did as I was told.

The man stared at my legs. After a while, he sighed.

"Good. You're straight. I'll let you go..."

"What's your name?"

"Zhang."

"I'm Wang Wen. It would be nice if you were a woman, unfortunately."

"What? Why?"

"Well, it's not that I don't like you. Quite the contrary, you're quite cute."

"What?"

"I just think it would be more fun that way. I'm not going to force you. I simply think it'd be more fun."

"Well..."

The man's words shocked me. I didn't expect him to agree so readily. I was also relieved. Nevertheless, I stayed quiet.

The man continued, "There was a travel bag in the car with $100,000 in it."

"What?"

"Yeah, you heard me. $100,000. It's yours if you want it."

"I don't understand. You want me to...?"

"Yes, I want you to put it into your bank account. No strings attached. I'll transfer the funds into your account shortly. Get the police off our backs, and we'll all be happy. Of course, I can pay more if you'd like to get in the car and spend a few nights at my apartment."

"I... I don't know what to say."

"Say thanks, then. Thanks."

I looked in my wallet and said, "I won't tell the police, but I won't go to your apartment either."

"Fair enough."

"Why did you do this?"

"I told you. It's fun."

"No, it's not. I mean, you forcing me to..."

"If you don't want to go to my apartment, then don't. I suggest you leave. I'm getting tired of you standing in front of me."

I was also tired of his condescending language.

"Fine. Thanks."

"You're welcome."

I got back in the car and said, "Drive on."

The man drove on.

I thought about the money and said, "When am I going to use this?"

"Soon," said the man, "when you start to make more money."

"How much is enough?"

"That depends on you."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"It's not a question. I don't want to answer your question."

"So, you're going to ignore me?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

I sat in silence. The man drove on. I sat in the dark car, staring outwards.

The man stared and asked, "Can you get on my lap?"

My face twisted into a mask of terrible cruelty.

"Can you?"

"No."

"Ah."

The man said, "I didn't think so."

The man turned sideways in the seat, and stretched out his long legs.

"You're disgusting!" I said in disgust.

"No, you're disgusting."

"That's a weird thing to say."

The man said, "I thought you were going to refuse."

"I did."

"Then why did you accept?"

I was silent for a while, staring out the window and said, "What if you were born into a rural family where both grandfather and father joined the army, and later they were discharged as farmers and ordinary coal miners, and the only proof that they had given their blood and tears for the motherland were a few bronze-plated stainless steel medals. Even the children's high school tuition can not pay, even if the children go to technical schools have to go to buy ten years old computers to cope with teaching? I just want to live, but even my dignity has to be taken away."

The man said nothing. The car continued on.

"I know what you're thinking. It's a weak reason," I said.

"What's a weak reason?"

"Of course, it's selfish of me to think in these terms."

"I am not interested, if you want to rely on your miserable fate to get sympathy and what benefits, I can only say that I will not sympathize is kindness. The rest of this society, they will also bully you in various ways and then step on a few feet to make you worse for fun. Either you get eaten. Or, you eat people. That's how this desperate society works, and you weren't born into a wealthy family like mine, or into a welfare state that got rid of this decades ago. If you hate what I have to say, all I can say is that you need to know your place."

It seems like the man's interest was piqued. He leaned forward and his voice became more serious.

"Why do you think I want to show you this dump? It's a dying city, falling apart. We both know the only way is for someone to start a war and blame it all on someone else. But, that has a flip side. If I, unless you want to live like me, in luxury. We're in a race between the greedy few and the desperate many. It's a lose-lose situation. That's why I am offering you this gift. It's quite generous, actually. What would happen if you turned it down?"

I guess the man has a point. He said, "Of course, it would be silly of you to turn it down. Let me feel your ass, Junior. You don't even have to go with me. I know you're sick of being a loser."

I froze. I didn't know what he meant by this. I was not used to these kinds of conversations.

I said, "What did you say?"

"I said, don't make me kill you, if you don't want to go with me."

Silence filled the car. I could feel his fingers on my ass. He was squeezing it quite hard. Every so often, I would feel some drool land on my ass. Arousal and hatred co-existed within me.

I saw this as an opportunity. I could use this interest to my advantage.

I said, "How about this? I go with you. You give me enough to live like a king."

"That's not the deal. We both get what we want. I get you. Then, you get... whatever you want."

"Okay."

"Good." He added, "I've traveled in Thailand and I love the teenagers there who have the skin of women."

I was silent. The man stared out the window, thinking, it seemed. Then, he looked over and said, "They are all children from poor families in Thailand, and unfortunately, there is no way for me to buy them."

"How... how old are they?"

The man smiled. "Eleven, twelve years old. Why?"

My face twisted into a mask made of pure hatred.

"I just wondered. They're still children."

The man stared at me. He asked, "Do you seriously object?"

"Of course not. Just... they're so young."

"They will be adults soon. And, adults make decisions. It is better to make them women when they are young than when they are older. They have less rights, you know, even if they're smarter and better educated."

I said nothing.

"Oh well, it's I knew I sensed intelligence in you."

I smiled. "I'm not going with you."

The man gave a disappointed sigh and his shoulders slumped in his seat. He gazed out the window. He asked, "Why?"

"Because I want to live."

The man sat back. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. Then, he burst out laughing.

I wanted to take the man's head off.

"You think you are very smart, don't you? Hmmmm..."

The man's laughter went on and on. He wiped tears from his eyes. I wanted to reach through the driver's seat and throttle the life out of him.

"The government of the People's Republic of China will not abide by this charade. We will not sit idly by while foreign powers infringe upon our national interests."

The teenager turned to his grandfather and asked, "Will we go to war with the United States?"

"We will not be the first ones to start a war, but we will not back down." The old man replied. "Even if war does break out, we can hide in the mountains, just like the Japanese used to do when they attacked."

"What about the United States?"

"If we're forced into a war, we'll fight to the death. Don't worry about your parents. The government will take care of you."

"What do we do?" the teenager asked.

His grandfather thought for a moment then replied, "We'll be okay. Just prepare for the worst."

The teenager nodded.

"I don't think the Chinese Communist Party will help us, the Great Leap Forward and the Cultural Revolution have made us suffer enough." His grandmother said, "Your great-grandfather used to have a few acres of land, and when the Communists came to carry out land reform, he would have been classified as a rich peasant if the county hadn't found connections."

"We'll still be okay," the teenager said.

"The Communist Party has done a lot of wrong things, but at least the country is now rich." Grandfather lamented, "When we were young, we had to work in the production team and were counted by the number of work points. Back then, a work point was enough to support a family."

"We still can make a good living." Grandmother insisted, "You'll see."

The teenager sighed and said, "When the war comes, I hope you all are wrong."

The teenager's father returns with a disabled left hand, the result of an early childhood accident that was consumed by flames.

"We're going to need another couch to replace this one." He said.

His elderly mother-in-law picked up her apron and said, "I'm going to go make some noodles."

***

November 13, 2016

The morning started off rough. The weather was pretty bad, but I knew it would clear up later that day.

My father said to me, "My family couldn't send me to high school, so I went to technical school after middle school."

I just nodded, because I didn't want to talk about it.

My mother, father, and I had a pretty rough time getting ready. I kept forgetting to do something, or forgetting to pack something.

I went downstairs, and took a look out the window. The clouds were getting cleared up.

"Are you going to be okay?"

I ask myself if I was born in such a family, naturally I could not get a high school level of education. How did I end up like this?

I'm not going to think about it. I'm going to try to find a job. And maybe I'll be able to afford school.

Okay, look. You're going to be working as a maid, and doing other housework duties. The pay is going to be around $3-$5 a day.

It's not much, but it's something. It'll be more money than you've ever seen in your life.

That's all for now.

The door opens.

***

Six months later...

The job was pretty bad, but the family was worse.

My mother was becoming increasingly sick.

I wasn't allowed to ask questions, because the answer would be no.

It was best to just accept things.

We had to move.

I would say goodbye before I left, staring at my left arm where the machine had run over it, left over from my internship at the factory. When I was tricked into going there by the technical school, I was assigned to the older worker, but he just grunted when confronted with my questions and left, leaving me to fumble with the machine on my own, and that was the consequence.

The family was on the decline.

My grandmother, who had raised me and my siblings after my mother's death, had passed away, followed by my father's heart attack.

My sister, who still lived at home, was becoming increasingly distant. The relationship was strained, to say the least.

And I was struggling with the thought of leaving.

I was working hard at the job, but my family situation was becoming more and more dire. I can only work as a maid for some people, and you may be wondering how a teenager can be a maid? Trust me, it's a dark world. People hire teenagers to do work that adults won't do, and if you screw up, they can kick you out on the street. Which is something that has happened to me.

I don't understand why, as workers, they should be distrustful and hostile to each other and to the newcomers. Why do the men and women who sit in the offices help the capitalists to gain wealth with a sense of security? Why is the industrial capitalist justified in exploiting and oppressing people who are clearly of the same nationality as him? To make workers work full 12-hour days?

Why does the government do nothing about it?

I lay flat on my back and pondered what my grandfather's decades of Chinese Communist Party experience would say about my current situation.

My father ran away from the brutalizing years of the Cultural Revolution, but where did it get us? Back into the arms of the very people who started it in the first place.

And now, it seems, they have a new project of oppression.

The thought of it just made me sick.

I wanted to run away, but didn't know where to go.

I was stuck.

I sat up and the door opened.

A man in a black suit walked in.

"Hello, I'm here to help." He said.

What did he mean? Was he a social worker or something?

I stood up, and said weakly, "What do you want?"

"Have you ever been to Thailand & Vietnam?"

"No."

"Well, I'm representing a foundation that helps children in need. We can pay for your trip there. If you complete our application we would be able to sponsor you."

I just stared at him in disbelief. Was he serious? A paid trip to another country?

My family had never been outside of China. I didn't even know where Thailand was. I didn't know anyone who had been to such places.

"How can you even -."

"Please, let me explain myself. It's a long shot, but it's all we're left with."

I really wanted to say no. I didn't want to leave my family.

But I was weak. I've never been able to say no to anyone, not even my sister. Not even my father.

"Did you know that in Thailand, there are poor families who send their boys there?"

"What, you mean like slave labor?"

"They do it so their sons can be educated. They send them to school. They do it so their sons can get a better life."

"What are you saying?"

The man stared at my maid's outfit and said, "After I've been to Thailand, I'm interested in cross-dressers like you."

I was shocked. I looked towards the door, and started to run.

"Hey!" the man shouted, following me. "Don't run away."

"Why are you doing this?"

"I just want to get to know a maid like you!"

"Fuck you! I'm just playing!"

"What's the matter? Afraid of a little sex? Or more precisely, afraid of losing your virginity? Because it's not going to hurt so bad."

"How do you know?"

I tried to run further, but the man was quicker. He caught me just as my foot hit the ground. I was yanked backwards and thrown on top of his black suit. I was wearing a maid's uniform, so it didn't matter much when I was sitting on top of his suit.

"Let go of me! My job is just to play! Fuck you pervert!"

"Hush, hush, young lady. We don't have much time, so be quiet. Just relax. I'm not going to bite."

The man grabbed my hand, and led me towards his car.

"Where are we going?"

The man looked around, and said, "Not far. You'll see when we get there."

"You must be crazy! I'll call the police! China is not Thailand!"

As soon as I said it, I regretted it. It was a really stupid thing to do. What I should have done was just run away.

The man put his arm around me and said, "Really? Why are there nightclubs in China? Of course, I know you're not in that situation. Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I just need a little cooperation, is all."

"Fuck you, you pervert!" I said, struggling to get away.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You should learn to control your urges. You'll never get anywhere in life if you keep acting on your desires. Now, let's go. We're wasting time."

The man started to pull on his car door, but stopped.

"You still haven't told me where we're going."

"Why, do you suspect something?"

"Of course I do. You're dragging a girl into a car at 2 a.m. in the middle of nowhere, China. That's not an innocent act."

He closed the car door and said, "But you're a cross-dresser, and you're high quality, with the same skin on your calves as a woman."

"Fuck your grades!"

The man sighed, and said, "Fine. Come on."

He pulled out his pistol and I stared at him versus watching his sports car and said, "How did you get a gun?"

"It's part of my job. Now, shut up and get in."

The man drove for about ten minutes. Then, he pulled over to a dirt road.

"Get out."

I did so, and stood in front of him.

"Put your hands on the hood."

I did so.

"Now, spread your legs."

"Good. Keep them spread."

I stared at him in confusion. What was he doing?

The man grabbed my hips and said, "Hands on the hood. Spread your legs."

I did so.

"You're not gay, are you?"

"Fuck no!"

"You're lying."

"How can you tell?"

"You're too nervous. Now, put your hands on the hood, and keep them there. Don't move."

I stared at my feet. "Stop! You'll pay for this! I'll call the police!"

"Call the police? My father is a provincial leader, are you sure?"

"Fuck your fathers!"

The man grabbed his pistol, and said, "Don't move."

I stared at the ground, and said, "Yes, I'm sure."

"Well, then, shut the fuck up and keep your hands on the hood."

I did as I was told.

The man stared at my legs. After a while, he sighed.

"Good. You're straight. I'll let you go..."

"What's your name?"

"Zhang."

"I'm Wang Wen. It would be nice if you were a woman, unfortunately."

"What? Why?"

"Well, it's not that I don't like you. Quite the contrary, you're quite cute."

"What?"

"I just think it would be more fun that way. I'm not going to force you. I simply think it'd be more fun."

"Well..."

The man's words shocked me. I didn't expect him to agree so readily. I was also relieved. Nevertheless, I stayed quiet.

The man continued, "There was a travel bag in the car with $100,000 in it."

"What?"

"Yeah, you heard me. $100,000. It's yours if you want it."

"I don't understand. You want me to...?"

"Yes, I want you to put it into your bank account. No strings attached. I'll transfer the funds into your account shortly. Get the police off our backs, and we'll all be happy. Of course, I can pay more if you'd like to get in the car and spend a few nights at my apartment."

"I... I don't know what to say."

"Say thanks, then. Thanks."

I looked in my wallet and said, "I won't tell the police, but I won't go to your apartment either."

"Fair enough."

"Why did you do this?"

"I told you. It's fun."

"No, it's not. I mean, you forcing me to..."

"If you don't want to go to my apartment, then don't. I suggest you leave. I'm getting tired of you standing in front of me."

I was also tired of his condescending language.

"Fine. Thanks."

"You're welcome."

I got back in the car and said, "Drive on."

The man drove on.

I thought about the money and said, "When am I going to use this?"

"Soon," said the man, "when you start to make more money."

"How much is enough?"

"That depends on you."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"It's not a question. I don't want to answer your question."

"So, you're going to ignore me?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

I sat in silence. The man drove on. I sat in the dark car, staring outwards.

The man stared and asked, "Can you get on my lap?"

My face twisted into a mask of terrible cruelty.

"Can you?"

"No."

"Ah."

The man said, "I didn't think so."

The man turned sideways in the seat, and stretched out his long legs.

"You're disgusting!" I said in disgust.

"No, you're disgusting."

"That's a weird thing to say."

The man said, "I thought you were going to refuse."

"I did."

"Then why did you accept?"

I was silent for a while, staring out the window and said, "What if you were born into a rural family where both grandfather and father joined the army, and later they were discharged as farmers and ordinary coal miners, and the only proof that they had given their blood and tears for the motherland were a few bronze-plated stainless steel medals. Even the children's high school tuition can not pay, even if the children go to technical schools have to go to buy ten years old computers to cope with teaching? I just want to live, but even my dignity has to be taken away."

The man said nothing. The car continued on.

"I know what you're thinking. It's a weak reason," I said.

"What's a weak reason?"

"Of course, it's selfish of me to think in these terms."

"I am not interested, if you want to rely on your miserable fate to get sympathy and what benefits, I can only say that I will not sympathize is kindness. The rest of this society, they will also bully you in various ways and then step on a few feet to make you worse for fun. Either you get eaten. Or, you eat people. That's how this desperate society works, and you weren't born into a wealthy family like mine, or into a welfare state that got rid of this decades ago. If you hate what I have to say, all I can say is that you need to know your place."

It seems like the man's interest was piqued. He leaned forward and his voice became more serious.

"Why do you think I want to show you this dump? It's a dying city, falling apart. We both know the only way is for someone to start a war and blame it all on someone else. But, that has a flip side. If I, unless you want to live like me, in luxury. We're in a race between the greedy few and the desperate many. It's a lose-lose situation. That's why I am offering you this gift. It's quite generous, actually. What would happen if you turned it down?"

I guess the man has a point. He said, "Of course, it would be silly of you to turn it down. Let me feel your ass, Junior. You don't even have to go with me. I know you're sick of being a loser."

I froze. I didn't know what he meant by this. I was not used to these kinds of conversations.

I said, "What did you say?"

"I said, don't make me kill you, if you don't want to go with me."

Silence filled the car. I could feel his fingers on my ass. He was squeezing it quite hard. Every so often, I would feel some drool land o

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