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“
Four
!
”
I
yell
as
the
belt
bites
me
again
,
and
now
the
tears
are
streaming
down
my
face
.
I
don
’
t
want
to
cry
.
It
angers
me
that
I
am
crying
.
He
hits
me
again
.
“
Five
.
”
My
voice
is
more
a
choked
,
strangled
sob
,
and
in
this
moment
I
think
I
hate
him
.
One
more
,
I
can
do
one
more
.
My
backside
feels
as
if
it
’
s
on
fire
.
“
Six
,
”
I
whisper
as
the
blistering
pain
cuts
across
me
again
,
and
I
hear
him
drop
the
belt
behind
me
,
and
he
’
s
pulling
me
into
his
arms
,
all
breathless
and
compassionate
…
and
I
want
none
of
him
.
“
Let
go
…
no
…
”
And
I
find
myself
struggling
out
of
his
grasp
,
pushing
him
away
.
Fighting
him
.
“
Don
’
t
touch
me
!
”
I
hiss
.
I
straighten
and
stare
at
him
,
and
he
’
s
watching
me
as
if
I
might
bolt
,
eyes
wide
,
bemused
.
I
dash
the
tears
angrily
out
of
my
eyes
with
the
backs
of
my
hands
,
glaring
at
him
.
“
This
is
what
you
really
like
?
Me
,
like
this
?
”
I
use
the
sleeve
of
the
bathrobe
to
wipe
my
nose
.
He
gazes
at
me
warily
.
“
Well
,
you
are
one
fucked
-
up
son
of
a
bitch
.
”
“
Ana
,
”
he
pleads
,
shocked
.
