He laughed, not a jovial laugh, it was sinister and frightening. I
was trapped. I screamed but he cupped his hand over my mouth. His
hand was as dirty as his apartment. He tried to pry my dress off with
a single hand. I bit his hand and used that glimpse of time to
breakaway. I couldn’t get my legs free but I called out: help,
help, help! I felt like I was suffocating as I struggled to get free.
I fought and screamed until a firm fist to the face knocked me out
cold.
I woke up in the hospital.
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