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Every direction in keeping me still, every thrust inside my body, every stolen piece they’ve taken and every ounce of filthy poison they’ve left behind. Their seed coats my inner thighs, and suddenly every bruise, cut and sting become so individually apparent on my flesh.  I feel all of it. Again and again and again. 
The Mad House
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