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He held absolutely still, eyeball fixed nervously on the knife point stuck in his eye. It hadn't punctured anything just yet, and he hoped like hell that it was going to stay that way. She shoved a rag into his mouth, and he recoiled at the foul intrusion.. The little bitch had gagged him with his dirty laundry! What appeared to be underwear, no less. His eyes watered, and he fought nausea.
Vera-Ellen looked down at him with utter contempt.
"You better not puke, you know."
Leaving the knife wedged carefully between eye and lid, she rested the haft against the bridge of his nose, got up off the bed and wandered back over to the coke. Expertly chopping up a rail, she glanced back at him, lying helpless on the bed.
"I don't want you dead just yet."
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"Gimme some sugar...and make it sweet."
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