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He
hits
me
again
,
then
he
strokes
me
softly
.
The
combination
of
the
hard
stinging
blow
and
his
gentle
caress
is
so
mind
-
numbing
.
He
hits
me
again
…
this
is
getting
harder
to
take
.
My
face
hurts
,
it
’
s
screwed
up
so
tight
.
He
strokes
me
gently
and
then
the
blow
comes
.
I
cry
out
again
.
“
No
one
to
hear
you
,
baby
,
just
me
.
”
And
he
hits
me
again
and
again
.
From
somewhere
deep
inside
,
I
want
to
beg
him
to
stop
.
But
I
don
’
t
.
I
don
’
t
want
to
give
him
the
satisfaction
.
He
continues
the
unrelenting
rhythm
.
I
cry
out
six
more
times
.
Eighteen
slaps
in
total
.
My
body
is
singing
,
singing
from
his
merciless
assault
.
“
Enough
,
”
he
breathes
hoarsely
.
“
Well
done
,
Anastasia
.
Now
I
’
m
going
to
fuck
you
.
”
He
caresses
my
behind
gently
,
and
it
burns
as
he
strokes
me
around
and
around
and
down
.
Suddenly
,
he
inserts
two
fingers
inside
me
,
taking
me
completely
by
surprise
.
I
gasp
,
this
new
assault
breaking
through
the
numbness
around
my
brain
.
“
Feel
this
.
See
how
much
your
body
likes
this
,
Anastasia
.
You
’
re
soaking
just
for
me
.
”
There
is
awe
in
his
voice
.
He
moves
his
fingers
in
and
out
in
quick
succession
.
I
groan
.
No
,
surely
not
.
And
then
his
fingers
are
gone
…
and
I
’
m
left
wanting
.
“
Next
time
,
I
will
get
you
to
count
.
Now
where
’
s
that
condom
?
”
He
reaches
beside
him
for
the
condom
and
lifts
me
gently
,
pushing
me
face
down
onto
the
bed
.
I
hear
the
sound
of
his
zipper
and
the
rip
of
the
foil
.
He
pulls
my
sweatpants
completely
off
and
then
guides
me
into
a
kneeling
position
,
gently
caressing
my
now
very
sore
behind
.
