They unloaded Michelle’s sleeping parents who had been propped up in the back seat, necks craned against each other. He was no match for Brendon. He took her there on the cold, dirty floor, his nails digging into her back, his teeth sinking into her breasts. Piercing through every crevice in the clothes, it, in some cases, tore them from the wearer's limbs, or from his grasp. It began in the eyes and spread to the lips: warm, embracing, even fatherly. She perceived that his countenance was only composed by a great effort, his features severely compressed.
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