* Warning: abuse and s****l assault scenes depicted in this chapter *
He doesn’t move for what felt like a lifetime. The pressure of his body still on me felt like it was squeezing the life out of me. My breathing was becoming very strained and each inhale felt like I was breathing in fire. It burned hitting my straining and compressed lungs. But I could not fight to get his both off of mine. So, I just stayed there. I lay there afraid if I move he will start back up again. Silently hoping he is finished and this all will be over soon. I do not think that my body will be able to stand any more torture tonight.
Not soon enough he pulled his weight up off of my body, removing the pressure that was preventing me from breathing correctly. Finally letting my compressed lungs expand b
