She was sobbing. Salty tears cascaded down her battered face. Her head was turned away from him. She could feel his lips on her neck. He was attempting to soothe her with his words. The whole situation was so bitterly familiar. She couldn't stand it. She couldn't bear it.
"It's okay. Shh. You wanted it, it's okay."
She had goosebumps all over her exposed flesh, which was red and angry. Alex hadn't only raped her. He hit her and pinched her and bit her whenever he felt like it, wherever he wanted. She was in excruciating pain. The kind that wasn't really physical, but spiritual and emotional. In that moment, she was Demi again, defenseless and vulnerable, unable to fight back. And he was Gerald. The Gerald that took advantage of her, that stole her purity and corrupted her innocence.
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