New ending part for History of the Trap....this is at the ending of the epilogue.
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The Trap, Year Eight
The knife began
its swift descent.....
...........and
clanged sharply as it reverberated against the concrete floor, sending spikes
of pain up through her arm, her wrist bleeding, her knuckles aching and red
from the punch she had given him.
She cried. Loud, hard sobs that shook her entire
body. It wasn't cowardice that stopped
her. It was something else.
She retrieved the
plastic ties he had used on her, and he tightly bound his hands, and then did
the same to his ankles. She would secure
him in such a way that there was no risk to her or others. She would strap to the cot, and if she had
to, drag the cot all the way back to the school.
She just couldn't
do it. She had seen too much, been through
too much, to stoop to the levels of the likes of Mark Granite. She would not do that.
If he exposed her,
revealed all the things she confessed, so be it. She would deal with that later. She just wanted the opportunity to make
things right.
Of course, she wouldn't
bring back whatever tape recording he made.
No reason to go overboard.
She had made
mistakes. Yes, she had. And they had consequences beyond anything she
intended. But she was a good
person. She knew she was. And she could go back and devote herself to
doing better. She loved Lance, and she
would devote herself to him and to the good people around him. If he didn't love her back, well, she
understood and could accept it.
She would go back.
She would make
things right.
Or die trying.
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