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Rey
Here we go again, a different day a different reason but the out come is always the same. Grabbing me by my hair to our room throwing me on the floor as you lock the door. I can see the rage in your eyes and you step closer and raise your hand you start pounding, your yelling how much you hate me,I can feel my cuts reopening and new bruises forming. When you get all your anger out you strip us both down and take even more your thrusting and grunting as I close my eyes and just wait for it to end. When your finally done you get up zip up and look down at me with disgust in your eyes as you turn around and walk out the door, I slowly get up covering my bloody body and wonder what's tomorrow gonna bring.
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