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... in disbelief, I parted my lips to speak, but nothing came out, my throat felt like it was patched with sand. I bit my lower lip in anger.
One of the men walked closer to me. He squatted in front of me, he stared at me with disgust, like I was below him, and I was nothing but trash.
A sharp pain surged from my jaw to my skull, as he held my jaw firmly. I tried to push him away, but no matter how much I tried, he wouldn’t budge.
’Am I that weak? Or is he very strong?’ I whi ...
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