*Trigger Warning*******
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"Get over here!"
I rush over and bow my head. Russ reaches up and caresses my face. I hold my breath, not knowing what he'll do.
It's gotten so much worse since the day he...the day he forced me. I can't bear to call it anything else. He drops his hand, tracing a line over the middle of my chest down to my nether regions. His eyes are hungry.
Oh my Goddess, he's drunk again. I flinch and he looks up at me, rage in his eyes. He roughly grabs my arm and drags me to the shed, not caring that he'll leave more bruises on the assortment of colors that already decorate them. I don't dare fight back. It just makes it worse. My eyes widen, terror rising up in my chest, but what choice do I have but to take it? I started praying for death the day he took me on
