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Erica

“She’s mine.”

I heard a deep voice growl those words. It was as if I were in another testing dream, floating, not quite sleeping… hovering. I was laid out, not in the dentist chair from the processing center, but as if in a bed. It was the hardest bed I’d ever felt. Cold, too. More like a floor.

“Ours.” A different voice, but no less gruff.

I felt large hands on me