Doris looked up at Westley and said, "I love Wesley, not you!"
Wesley growled and said, "Westley is dead, and I don't need your love. It is your body that I want."
Doris: "I gave him my body, and I would rather die than give it to you!"
Westley: How about if I take your body. And kill you?"
"No…" Doris cried. "Please… This isn't you… Don't you know that you're Westley?!?!" As she struggled, her hand brushed past the glass of water on the nightstand. She focused on it, and by using what little strength she had left, she was able to splash it in his handsome face. Dripping wet, he was super sexy. Unfortunately, though, he was not acting very sexy.
Westley tore the glass from her hands and smashed it against the table's edge, turning it into a de……
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