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HardassChapter 2
It finally took a part of a sleeping pill to drive her down, laying there on the couch, which Wade opened up into a bed so she'd have some more room as evening was falling. But soon, the sleeping pill and the gentle but unending whick-whick-whick of the whetsone on the K-Bar began to get to her, and uneasily, her mind blinked out into the gentle arms of sleep. It was a troubled sleep, to be sure; the memory of the pain, the helpless screaming as the whip bit at her backside again and again...