Fire beats Fire

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I feel a burning passion fuel me. I felt my life crumbling apart.

This is not fair. He is mine.. Or at least I thought he was.
I feel betrayed and disgusted.
Why him? Of all people..

There is nothing I can do.

"You dirty wench. All you Americans know how to do is play victim when it is convenient for you."
I am being dragged as I beg and scream.

-hours later-

I wake up with a man staring down at me.
But everything is fuzzy to me.

"Hello... My goodness. Such a pretty face we have here."
He grips my face hard and jerks me side to side.

He pauses.
"Too bad you are scum of the earth."

My vision is slightly better.
I see a bucket in front of me.

Full of piss and waste. And here I am naked, feeling shame.

"Use the restroom here." he smiles and that smile turns into a smirk.

He chucks the bucket across the room. Now that I think about it.. I have not been in this room before. Or have I? All this shit looks the same to me.

The man grabs my hair and pulls me close to him.
He then aggressively starts to kiss my face and he soon leads to my breasts.

I hit him and that only makes him more angry.

"That fucking hurt you bitch!"
I start to cry out and plead for mercy. "Please please It was an accident I am sorry, sir!" 

I fall to the ground and grab at his shoe.

He kicks me and steps on my face. He slowly twist the bottom of his foot. Covered with who knows what.

"Fuck I'm horny." he mumbles to himself as he unbuckles his pants.

He gets on top of me. His heavy weight crushing me.

"I--" he abruptly pauses.

A loud noise comes from one direction.
I stifle out cries.

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