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"his hands were like claws and I was the prey..." struggling to break free but forced to stay her vision had blurred with the tears of distress she shielded her collar to try and suppress his grasp only tightened with every endeavor she would not be escaping for what seemed like forever his hand had found a place that should not have been touched a friendly invitation overtaken by lust with all the fight in her she resisted and kicked only to find that her arms, he'd restrict she let out a whimper while he started the car he parked near her street, where house was not far weak from assault she was faced with a choice she made an agreement in a trembling voice "I promise you next time" he made her confirm but the part he left out was the trust she must earn dissatisfied by the pleasure he failed to achieve a clutch on her neck would prevent her to leave a painful half hour has now gone by, she's had time to think and she knew she must lie an agreement was made to perform another time and she'd keep her lips sealed on this sickening crime cleaning her face the girl stumbled inside, there wasn't any masking the amount she had cried her mother was working and her father not around, she let out a sob and she dropped to the ground she would tell no one, for she was ashamed and her heart was too big to let the boy be blamed black and blue would surface within the next day but those are only colors which will soon fade away distinguishable handprints, as clear as can be bruises outlined in white, each finger you can see but her lips remained sealed for far too long for the bruises would heal as the days moved along
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Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 3:12 AM UTC
Mental bruises don't heal
"his hands were like claws and I was the prey..." struggling to break free but forced to stay her vision had blurred with the tears of distress she shielded her collar to try and suppress his grasp only tightened with every endeavor she would not be escaping for what seemed like forever his hand had found a place that should not have been touched a friendly invitation overtaken by lust with all the fight in her she resisted and kicked only to find that her arms, he'd restrict she let out a whimper while he started the car he parked near her street, where house was not far weak from assault she was faced with a choice she made an agreement in a trembling voice "I promise you next time" he made her confirm but the part he left out was the trust she must earn dissatisfied by the pleasure he failed to achieve a clutch on her neck would prevent her to leave a painful half hour has now gone by, she's had time to think and she knew she must lie an agreement was made to perform another time and she'd keep her lips sealed on this sickening crime cleaning her face the girl stumbled inside, there wasn't any masking the amount she had cried her mother was working and her father not around, she let out a sob and she dropped to the ground she would tell no one, for she was ashamed and her heart was too big to let the boy be blamed black and blue would surface within the next day but those are only colors which will soon fade away distinguishable handprints, as clear as can be bruises outlined in white, each finger you can see but her lips remained sealed for far too long for the bruises would heal as the days moved along
Personal experience, don't wanna talk about it
bekah-5
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Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 3:12 AM UTC
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