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more than a forgotten object in the path of his, like

a sickening crack. My breath caught, lungs b

down my face. I had known pain befor

hing

ar

lived in my soul, rattling somethi

revenge. And I thought I escaped from my cruel fa

Gabriel didn't care if I lived or died. I was nothing to him. Woul

harp as knives, filled with something darker than hatre

ked, my voi

ng punished f

me, and the smirk that curved

he replied smoothly. "And his

le the breath from my lungs,twisting m

voice raw. "I'm not Gabriel!

did next. I was too ti

er didn't

sion blurred as pain exploded through my shoulder. My hair c

I let you," he growled

ted again, using every

g a bitter sound that lacked no tra

e not even a woman. You'r

spirit cracked, but I he

split like paper. I gasped,without thinking I covered myself with my arms

is he

r's voice echoed in his h

ed, trembling, my hair whipping around my face, my chest exposed, my breath shallow and shaking. Onl

of what he w

n't fi

sts together, binding them before I could resist.

.." I wh

for even a flicker of mercy. There was none,it was fill

ok out a pair of handcuffs. I shook my head, si

the headboard. The cold

I cried, trying to wr

h. He didn't stop.

is. I'm not responsible f

l no

d up at the ceiling. The room was silent-soundpr

enough for me to feel

peated, like the

oudly, harshly, making them bounce. Then

d, it'

m"He muttered,tears

ispered and he slapped my br

hing but pain"He squeez

t stop squeezing and slapping,the mor

ng covering me-my panties. I

ready... please, I'm

. My heart raced. I shook my head over and o

this," I cried, desperat

est hard, his ha

wled. "I wanna h

hurts!"

. I shivered, my body convulsing from shock, pain, and terror.

.." I cried ag

re crossed behind me and my body lay twisted. My bare back w

hrough me as I cried out, the sound echoin

taring at it, almost tempted to slid himself inside

ut deeper i

Please!" I begged, t

g smiled in satisfac

ou. He raped her. Stabbed her. Murdered

, which made my heart stop

w it feels now?

ent that I won't even ride you,but I'll torture you,give you pain, and

head to toe. My hair clung to my bruised back. My wrists throbbe

ed me. Not when my stepmom called me a mistake.Not when my sister envied me and stole my test resu

to the bed, limp and broken, barely able to breathe. M

dn't

at me.He walked out,