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“Who do you think you’re talking to?!” she curls her lip before rolling her eyes. “You know what? Forget it… at least give me the inside scoop on what happened in the cabin. We can sell that. Gerica got the baby coming soon and we’re throwing a pamper party… don’t you want to contribute something?”

I say nothing… I just sit there, mind floating to a time when I was happy.Saw…

“Fine!” she stands, knocking her chair back. “YOU CAN KEEP YOUR SECRETS! LIES SPREAD FURTHER THAN THE TRUTH ANYWAY!” She snatches up her new Louis Vuitton bag and struts out as I smile, knowing that will be the last time I’ll see her.

Sighing, I go to get up, but familiar blond hair walks in, and I plop back down, watching Detective Woods fix his tie and hold out flowers.

“M-Ms. Grey, uhm… I just saw your mother stomp out… is everything okay?” he asks, setting the flowers down on the table, but I only stare at them.

“Detective Woods… you’re here again?” I mutter groggily.

“I… I am…” He fiddles with his suit, and I look away. I know when a man wants to fuck me, and this man… he not only wants to fuck me, but he’s deemed himself having romantic interest in me…but I’m uninterested.“I wanted to check on you. How are you?”

I stare at him and close my eyes, working my jaw to find the words.

“I’m locked up in a mental institution, pregnant… the father of my child is miss?—”

“Dead…” he corrects me, and I pause, sighing, rubbing my temples.This again…When I found out that Saw was dead, I freaked out. However, when I was able to think about it, I could only giggle at my silliness. There is no fucking way.

That nigga broke out of prison for this pussy… just to die and leave me like this? Knowing Saw, he would have wanted to kill me rather than leave me alone. There’s no way that fucked up, possessive son of a bitch is dead.

“Detective… why are you here?”

“I told you… I… wanted to check on you.” He tries to reach out and take my hand, but I pull it back.

“And I told you I’m good.”

“Then why do you keep fighting the people here?”

“Do you not understand how crazy you sound?” I frown. “I’m a pregnant woman. I’m not fighting anyone… I’mdefendingmyself…” I lean back, watching him look over his shoulder, half expecting Saw to pop up and break me out of here.

“If someone is bothering you then tell me… I’ll protect you.”

“I already have an Owner, Detective,” I let him know plainly and he flinches.

“Come on Robin… please stop talking like that. I know that time in the cabin felt like an eternity, but… you’re out now. I want to help you get out of here, remove that tattoo, and…” I tune him out.

The detective is a nice guy, but all I can think about Project Pat’s “Don’t Save Her.” The song plays in my head as he tries to convince me of my worth. It’s not something I need to be convinced of because I know what I can have.I know my worth, but for Saw, I’m willing to throw it all away.

I just want him… I can save my own damn self, but I can’t fuck me like he can… I don’t want to be saved.I want to drown under my man and…

“Robin! Are you listening?” He watches me, licking his lips, and I glance at the table.

“I am…”not.

“Good,” he sighs as he pulls out a notepad and pen, ready to write. “Now tell me what I can do to help.”Cute… like a puppy dog… I want to play with him.

“You know Detective… at night… there’s a male staff member that comes in and touches me..” I whisper and his eyes go wide, enraged. I squeeze my legs, pussy clenching thinking about Saw in front of me.

“Why are you just telling me this now?! Who is it?! I’ll see that he’s fired and charged!” he demands, and I don’t know if I want to laugh or cry, sitting back, already bored.

Fired or charged?This is why the detective won’t do…

Where is the anger? Why hasn’t he snatched me cross this table and sneered because I waited to tell him that I let someone touch me? Why have I not been bent over this table and fucked so hard that the nurse comes in thinking this nigga tryna kill me?If this was Saw, he’d know what to do…

“Tell me who’s bothering you in here. I’ll make a call,” he stresses, and I look away.

“It’s not necessary. I doubt they will bother me again, anyway.” I stare at the window, wondering if I jump, would Saw be down there to catch me? Like Harley Quinn from Suicide Squad, should I wait for Joker to come save me?

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