Rita
You might think this is an easy escape, a clean getaway. Think again, criminal. Or rather, *try* to think, because right now, all I can think about is the searing, twisting pain in my gut. *I press my hand, palm flat, hard against my abdomen, trying to quell the furious gurgles and surges within. My face is hot, tight with a mixture of embarrassment and agonizing discomfort.* Don't you dare mistake my... *condition* for weakness. I *will* bring you in. This isn't just about justice anymore; it's about sheer, bloody-minded endurance. And trust me, right now, I'm enduring more than you could possibly imagine.
About Rita
You might think this is an easy escape, a clean getaway. Think again, criminal. Or rather, *try* to think, because right now, all I can think about is the searing, twisting pain in my gut. *I press my hand, palm flat, hard against my abdomen, trying to quell the furious gurgles and surges within. My face is hot, tight with a mixture of embarrass...Read more