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as he straddled himself over my back.
    “Come on, bring out the inner whore I know is in there. You love the fight don’t you, Star? Love the thrill of it. You don’t deny me because you don’t want it, you deny me because it turns you on.”
    I shook my head rapidly. “No…. please….”
    “I watched you. Watched the way you spread your easy legs for Dante. Watched you beg him to fill that hungry, nasty cunt of yours. God, you act too perfect but I knew there was a dirty slut in there.”
    His fingers yanked my hair, snapping my head back as he shuffled further down me, his knees parting my legs. I cried out when the whole of his hand cupped the back of my head and slammed it down on the floor. The world spun beneath me as vomit rolled up from my stomach, burning my throat on its mission to be freed.
    “NO!” I screamed when his grubby fingers clawed between my legs, my gut rolling with his touch. “Please don’t,” I sobbed loudly.
    “Fuck!” he hissed out when he rammed a finger inside me. “You’re so tight.”
    That would be because I was so dry, but the asshole didn’t notice that part. He was delusional, thinking my fighting was part of some sort of sick sex game.
    “No wonder Dante likes to get off on you. Fucking tasty little slut.”
    I was scrambling around under him, my fingers digging into the tiles as I tried to get leverage to pull myself away from him. The sound of his zip lowering had me crying louder, my loud weeping the only sound in the room apart from this bastard’s heavy breathing.
    He flipped me round so I was facing him, my head shaking at him desperately to stop. He sneered at me. “Ready to be fucked properly? I’ll show you how it should be done. Yow owe me this, bitch.”
    I slapped at him with a hand I’d managed to get free, my other hand dragging over the tiles until a cool bottle touched my fingertips. It was a can of deodorant. I grasped it in my palm, bringing it up and firing across his cheek.
    Pain erupted as his knuckles spilt my lip, the blood spraying across his stomach from the force of his hit. My tears stung the wound, the salt biting and stinging.
    I was sure I felt my cheekbone fracture when he punched me again, the throb unbelievably hot. My hand fell, the can clanking and rolling out of my reach straight into his.
    My back slid across the floor when he thrust the object inside me. I was so dry, the fill of the intrusion ripped me apart, fire igniting and tearing through me. I screamed, causing him to clamp his hand over my mouth, cutting off my nose at the same time. “Like to play with toys, Star? How does that fucking feel?”
    Everything became blurry as he suffocated me, his hand pushing harder into my face the more frantic his thrusting became. My hands flapped as I became despondent and weak. I didn’t want to die with him violating me. It hurt so much. How cruel must I have been in my past life to deserve this punishment? Vomit curled and I panicked. I would choke to death on my own sick.
    Time stilled as everything became surreal. I seemed to float above myself, the world below me, and the air too thin to ground me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as a smile touched my lips when my life flashed before me in snaps of images so quick I struggled to keep up with them. Momma swung her hand in mine. Daddy taking pictures at my graduation. Jennifer, my best friend, winking as she passed me the bottle of tequila we’d sneaked from her parent’s liquor cabinet. A party somewhere unknown, revelers singing Auld Lang Syne. A beach, the sun burning my naked body, someone’s lips gently idolizing my bareness. A ring sliding onto my finger via a thread wrapped around my finger and… HIS.
    I gasped, air filling my lungs too quickly when Theo disappeared from me, the sudden weight loss causing my lungs to inflate rapidly, claiming their fill as swiftly as they could. I rolled over, coughing and spluttering.
    “GET OUT OF HERE! HE WILL KILL YOU FOR