They dragged over a man. Also naked. Said he could live. He just had to fuck me. The man didn’t want to. They laughed at him. They called him a warm brother. It made more sense. But still not enough. I could’ve run. I could’ve tried. They had guns. But no hands were on me. I was afraid to run. I was afraid of yelling for help. I was afraid of being seen. Being seen was worse. One more time and it’d be over. It’d be fine. I could go back home. He did what they told him. He turned away as he did it. He never looked at me. He finished. They pulled him away. They checked me. They laughed. They
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