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It's the fifth week of withdrawal. Roger is desperate. Mark's not moving, despite a black eye and bruised ribs. Understanding only goes so far, and then it's just stubborn determination that keeps him there.
There's another attempt coming, Mark knows. Roger's too quiet. Here it comes...
"Let me out, goddamnit!"
"No." His head meets the wall. The screaming continues until Roger's hoarse and glaring, and Mark is still calm, if in pain.
"Why won't you just fucking hate me?"
What Mark doesn't say is that he already hates this version of Roger. He's just not going to let him win.
There's another attempt coming, Mark knows. Roger's too quiet. Here it comes...
"Let me out, goddamnit!"
"No." His head meets the wall. The screaming continues until Roger's hoarse and glaring, and Mark is still calm, if in pain.
"Why won't you just fucking hate me?"
What Mark doesn't say is that he already hates this version of Roger. He's just not going to let him win.
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