Kalel resumes his ruthless thrusts. His hand is heavy against my lips, keeping all my cries and screams muffled. I hate me too. I try to tell him with my gaze, but only streams of tears fall from each of my temples. His jaw flexes and he looks away sharply. He pumps his hips into me a few more times before cussing and abruptly withdrawing from me. He pulls his pants back up, snags his coat, and storms out of the tent. My body feels broken and empty. My mind feels fractured like glass from our encounter.
