Page 8 of Even Robots Die
I heard it through a holo once. I heard it in Notre Dame too.
But it was never right in my ear and with his hands on me.
Wait.
What am I doing?
I came for this.
I came for exactly this.
I turn on myself and throw my elbow into his ribs before I hit him in the face with my gun.
Like I said. Not—completely—stupid. I know the gun will hurt him more than my chubby hands.
“Fuck,” Brice swears at my back, but he still keeps a tight hold on me. So much for hoping he’d set me loose enough so I can face him with my gun.
The hand at my waist circles my stomach and grabs the other side of my waist, and my stupid body just wants to let him tuck me against him.
The traitor.
That’s what happens when you wait this long without getting laid.
Now my body thinks this attack is just a little foreplay.
Before I know it, his other hand is wrapped around mine and my gun falls to the ground.
In the next second, he turns me in his embrace and I’m finally facing the man I’ve been looking for for days.
I just wish I still had a gun.
Wait, I do.
My left hand dips into my pocket to retrieve the second gun, but once again Brice is too fast and I have no idea how he does it, but I end up with both of my hands at the small of my back held together with one of his hands.
Just one freaking hand and I’m still unarmed.
And worse? I’m panting, and the way he’s holding my arms is pushing my boobs up like an offering to him.
Well, maybe not like an offering, but it almost looks like my ample breasts decided it was time to get some air, and since I’m plastered to his front …
Yes, those beauties look ripe for the picking.
“So much violence in such a pretty package,” Brice says.
I’m not sure it’s really for me, more to himself, but I can’t help but notice that he thinks I’m pretty.
Did I say I wasn’t stupid? I would like to revise that. I’m the stupidest of the stupid.
Brice has me locked in his arms and all I can think about is the fact I’m in his arms.
I should focus on the fact he’s holding my dad against his will.
“Come with me,” Brice tells me as if I had any choice with him still holding me against him.
“You may need to release me for that,” I answer, but once again he acts faster than I can comprehend.
He’s now right next to me, but still grips my hands in his.
