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    Alice & Tasha: Sapphos Ask

    “Nothing.”

    Hearing the words nothing Clea reaches for the door knob and begins to rapidly open it.

    “Oh, wait there is one thing?”

    Hearing the person speak Clea stops fondling with the door, ”So you do have a gun?”

    “Again, I have no weapon or weapons on me——but I am warning you if you open that door and run and I have to chase you when I catch you and believe me and I will you’re going to make me a very angry person. You know who Bruce Banner is right?”

    Clea didn’t answer.

    “Maybe you didn’t hear me I said you do know who Bruce Banner is right?”

    “Ye—yeah I do,”Clea says her voice trembling.

    “That’s good to know——well to help you better understand right now this is me being Bruce Banner now if you run and I have to chase you trust me when I say I will Hulk up on your ass and things can get rather ugly.”

    Cleas body is shaking. She let’s go of the door knob and finally turns around when she did she was met with a punch to the face that sent her flying through her glass office door. Stepping through the shattered door the person walks slowly towards Clea. Stunned she tries standing on her feet but is hit again. This time with the second punch she could see one of her teeth fly out of her mouth and her mouth begins to fill up with blood.

    “Stop—-please—STOP,”Clea pleads. “What the fuck I did what you ask I didn’t run!”

    Turning around now crawling on her hands and knees Clea is frantically trying to escape. Reaching halfway across her fabric testing room Clea feels a hand on her back grabbing her shirt and lifting her to her feet. Standing up the person turns Clea around and with their right foot elevates it as high they could and stomped on the back of Cleas left leg. The stomp was so powerful it dislocated Cleas knee cap. She falls to the ground screaming in pain.

    Finding a nearby chair the person grabs it and sits Clea in the chair. She is still screaming out in pain.

    “All that screaming you’re doing its causing me a headache sorry but I’m going to have to ask you to please shut the fuck up,” the person says still speaking in a calm tone.

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    1. Hello! She has PPSD she will NOT be going to jail! She’s a POW! She will get off cause they think she is CRAZY for the things she’s being threw. I knew it was her!! I loved every minute of whip ass on Clea ass! Please post again today. PPS

    2. Although i love story, i have to say that ending part startled me. I was soo hoping it wasn’t Tasha but the fact that it was rubs me the wrong way. What she just did to Clea is no different from the years of abuse the kidnappers did to her. Im not saying Clea didn’t have it coming, but no one deserves to be tortured, no one.

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