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Mar 2017
3.05.17  /  8:00AM

No more. No more. Please, I'll stop.
Please.. Please.


He says to me after.

After, dragging me
from the living room floor into the bedroom.
After, lifting me up
throwing me down to the bed.
After, pinning me down,
my arms above my head.
After, spitting threats into my face.
After, muffling my cries,
slapping me until I stop.
After, I don't stop.
After, I cry harder into hyperventilation.
After, my breaths become shorter and shorter
making me light headed.
After, he realizes what that means.

After, he begins crying too.

No more, please. I'll do whatever you want.
Please.. don't leave, *
stay
.
Renée Brookes
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Renée Brookes  25/F/Washington, US
(25/F/Washington, US)   
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