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And then, it happened.
He grabbed my arm—rough, painful—and slammed the door shut with his other hand.
Before I could scream, he shoved me backward.
I crashed onto the chair, my head hitting the pillow hard. Pain exploded through my skull.
"Ahhh!" I cried out. My head was ringing.
I clutched the side of the chair, breath heavy, but he didn't care.
He stood over me.
Smiling.
"You like it, right?" he asked. "You like how it feels ...
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