24She couldn't move.
She didn't dare.
Her throat was raw from screams she didn’t remember making.
Her eyes burned from tears she didn’t recall crying.
Her body ached but she didn’t remember any of it.
She curled herself up into the fetal position.
He had done her the kindness of releasing her arms and legs when he was done.
Whatever he had done.
Something in her mind shut it out, having given her the mercy of allowing her to black out as the panic attack closed her throat, shortened her breath.
Kindness…
She closed her eyes. Everything hurt.
Yet he wouldn't go away.
The feeling of him upon her refused to escape her skin.
The smell of him infiltrated her.
The sound of him.
She wrapped her arms around her knees, hoping that if she held herself tight enough, maybe she would jus
