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les back against me and goes to sleep once more.
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STORMCLOUDS ON THE RESERVATION
Part VII
Again, I waken. Something is different. Missing. I sit up. She's
gone! Sylvia's gone. I look outside. Sasa's car's gone, too. The only
evidence that Sasa Handa had been here are the ruined red satin panties that
hang from the doorway of my lodge.
And the empty can of oil on the ground where Sasa's station wagon was
parked.
-end-
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I twist, and feel the rope bite into my elbows. I count the heartbeats
throbbing away, fading slowly, softly. If it weren't for the sound of
blood's rush in my ears, I would not know if it existed.
My eyes are taped shut, but so long ago that I have come to accept that
my eyes no longer open. I faintly remember my discomfort, my mouth
straining at an object that filled my mouth from within yet still
touched my lips. Once this caused me to salivate uncontrollably, much
to my owner's dismay. Hanging me by the spreader bar caused the
spittle to back into my mucous membranes, stinging, burning. But my
mouth is now dry, and I have no sensation of fighting an ob
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