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him


i laid there

as i felt your breathing on your neck

frozen in fear

i begged to hear your grunts stop, your breathing slow

"Get off me!" i screamed, but the words wouldn't come out

i didn't want this

you used me for your sick desires

just because i didn't say no, doesn't mean i said yes.

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