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"You see! Besides," he was pulling on his clothes and talking, "in two weeks you won't be here no more. You be somewhere else." Panic clamped down on Renee. Her chest was being squeezed in a giant vise that tightened and tightened until she could scream. "What do you mean?" she whispered. The Mexican grinned wickedly. He took a hypodermic from his jacket and sat down beside Renee. Slowly he squeezed the plunger. A needle jet of clear fluid shot into the air. Pushing her buttocks with his hand he half turned Renee. |
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"What are you doing?" she asked, really scared now. She felt the sharp bite of the needle in her rear, saw the syringe come away empty.
"What have you done?" she screamed at him. "What have you done?"
"I am, what you say, trainer? No? Yes, that is what I am."
The Mexican seemed to be fading away in the distance as he talked, twirling further and further away. The lights were so bright. So much color. And his voice echoed so in the corridor.