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“
I
am
doing
this
so
that
you
remember
not
to
run
from
me
,
and
as
exciting
as
it
is
,
I
never
want
you
to
run
from
me
,
”
he
whispers
.
And
the
irony
is
not
lost
on
me
.
I
was
running
to
avoid
this
.
If
he
’
d
opened
his
arms
,
I
’
d
run
to
him
,
not
away
from
him
.
“
And
you
rolled
your
eyes
at
me
.
You
know
how
I
feel
about
that
.
”
Suddenly
,
it
’
s
gone
—
that
nervous
edgy
fear
in
his
voice
.
He
’
s
back
from
wherever
he
’
s
been
.
I
hear
it
in
his
tone
,
in
the
way
he
places
his
fingers
on
my
back
,
holding
me
—
and
the
atmosphere
in
the
room
changes
.
I
close
my
eyes
,
bracing
myself
for
the
blow
.
It
comes
hard
,
snapping
across
my
backside
,
and
the
bite
of
the
belt
is
everything
I
feared
.
I
cry
out
involuntarily
and
take
a
huge
gulp
of
air
.
“
Count
,
Anastasia
!
”
he
commands
.
“
One
!
”
I
shout
at
him
,
and
it
sounds
like
an
expletive
.
He
hits
me
again
,
and
the
pain
pulses
and
echoes
along
the
line
of
the
belt
.
Holy
shit
…
that
smarts
.
“
Two
!
”
I
scream
.
It
feels
so
good
to
scream
.
His
breathing
is
ragged
and
harsh
,
whereas
mine
is
almost
nonexistent
as
I
desperately
scrabble
around
my
psyche
looking
for
some
internal
strength
.
The
belt
cuts
into
my
flesh
again
.
“
Three
!
”
Tears
spring
unwelcome
into
my
eyes
.
Jeez
—
this
is
harder
than
I
thought
—
so
much
harder
than
the
spanking
.
He
’
s
not
holding
anything
back
.
