He grabbed a handful of hair and jerked my head back, his stinking breath wafting over me. “Don’t fight, suka. You know you’ll like it.” He laughed, a cold, vile laugh, before slamming my face into the pavement. My vision faded out again, this time in both eyes. Without warning, something pushed inside me, cold, hard, and rough. Whatever it was felt like it was tearing right through me, an indescribable pain that surpassed the fire in my shoulder. I refused to let myself make another sound. To make sure I didn’t, I bit my lip so hard I drew blood. From the moment it started, I stopped praying
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