She looked at me, and she really looked at me, searching my face. The man who'd sexually abused them as children, pimped them out to other pedophiles, and even put them in films. Let go, they'd said, I'd let go, and now instead of the beast being something struggling to get out, it was me that was small and trapped and couldn't get out. He hadn't run because I could accept his beast.
I was empowered to use any force necessary to find and stop the murderers of these people. So, talk, I said, and my voice sounded almost normal. Give the bad kitty what he wants. Scary stuff.
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