She feels her heart race with terror at the hungry stare he's giving her face, and as soon as he lets go of her she's backing away fast, nearly all the way to the back of her cell, lifting a hand to scrub the tears off her face and feel less dirty from it.
"You're a fucking insane bastard pig," she snarls. "You don't deserve to be on the other side of the fucking bars."
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"You're a fucking insane bastard pig," she snarls. "You don't deserve to be on the other side of the fucking bars."