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I see her on the couch lying there. Exposed, naked, her bodyís bare. I hear her cry, her muffled tones. Begging please, don't, stop, and no. I feel her tears, their salty sting. Black mascara streaks a stream. Teeth sink, bloodís on her lips. Adrenaline empowers resistant hips. Weight bears on her legs, arms, knees. Flailing stops, she canít be freed. Opened, entered, the violation begins. Overcome, she looses he wins. Flinching pain, his manly power. Stolen, minutes seem like an hour. Finished, satisfied, he zips his jeans. Fear frozen, she lies still, hurt, unclean. Unshaken, he came, he left. Robbed, her dignity, his theft. Somehow, her feet find the floor. Bathroom stumbling hits mirrored door. Her open eyes bulge at what they see. Not her, not she, but I, itís me.
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