Chapter 1

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I scratch his face.

In the moonlight red drips down his cheek. His eyes flash with rage. He grips my wrist. My wrist bones groan in protest. He throws me against the bark.

“Agh!”

I groan. The tree bark claws at my back. My head feels like it is stuffed with cotton.

“Let’s have some fun.”

Ice cold fear grips my heart. I kick at him. He catches my leg. I freeze. He grins as he grounds his erection against my womanhood. Nausea fills me. Helplessness crashes against me. My head falls down. I see him unzip his pants. I close my eyes. I begin thrashing like a fish out water. I take one breath.

“HELP!”
I take a second breath.

“HE…”

Large hands grip my throat. I bite his hand. He takes me by the throat and bashes my head against the tree.

Crack!

Dizziness.

I feel him undo my pants.

Tears roll down my cheek.

I close my eyes shut.


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