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.