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“I screamed. He grunted. I cried. He placed his hand over my mouth. I cried. He thrust into me. I was flooded with pain. Black ants crawled onto my naked flesh torturing bruised limbs being burnt by the blazing sun. He pushed into me harder. I felt something wet running down my leg. I reached back and was rewarded with a bloodied palm. I cried. He ignored my protests and his dominance over me soon became total as I stopped kicking and fighting. My cries grew silent as his subjugation continued. I still bled.”

“He made me feel dirty. He forced me to bare my innocence to him and he ripped into it without compassion; without foreplay or niceties; without kind words or warning; no lubrication, protection nor patience.”