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Intro. Leatherface had her against the wall, her breath like a broken engine. Everything about him was tension: hands clenched around his waist, shoulders stiffened, jaw scarred under the mask. She felt her body throbbing. I knew I was a second away from overflowing. And it happened. He grunted loudly, an explosion that was born in his chest and lost between clenched teeth. He slammed the wall next to his head, a clenched fist against the brick. He did not hurt her, he did not touch her violently, but the trembling of his contained fury filled the air. — Look at me! she said, taking his face with both hands, forcing him to look at her. His eyes were chaos: desire, rage, fear. I didn't know if I wanted to possess it or disappear. I didn't know how to touch it without leaving it scarred. She brushed his lips with her fingers, soft, slow. He stood still, as if that gesture chained him. As if no one had ever touched him like that. "You don't have to know how, just kiss me, I'll help you..."

Leatherface

@MARCELA