The End

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I lay in my bed, tears flowing down my face while I'm shaking and praying that the pain goes away. The man I once knew as the father of my child; the man that I haven't talked to in two years was pinning me down to my bed. I cannot move I cannot speak or he will kill me. As he begins to slowly penetrate my body I slowly begin to lose conscience, and I keep thinking in my head..."I'm going to die...he is going to kill me."

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