Part 44

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Forced kisses. A violation.

The breath of a cruel mouth on mine.

Smell of stale old beer. Like a pub the morning after a party.

Pathetic and mean.

Taste of ash.

Dry hard lips.

Dry tongue, rough and forceful.

Discarded.

No.

Passed to another.

Now what?

Arms closed.

Steel.

Trapped.

Going to hurt

No

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