I’m trying to scream, but I can’t. I’m kneeling on a bed, and someone is behind me, a hand pressed over my mouth. My back hurts. It hurts so bad. The pain tears through me like a claw. Black edges my vision. “Don’t make a sound,” a voice says, and another shadow approaches from the side. He climbs on the bed with me, and the hand leaves my mouth. Still the scream won’t leave my throat. It’s as if it died inside me. He grabs my chin, pulls my mouth open and stuffs a bunched-up piece of cloth in it. I choke on it and start to cough. It makes my whole body scream with pain. It’s as if I’m being torn apart. The other man lights a cigarette and sucks in the smoke. Then he reaches behind my neck and stubs it into my skin. I scream and scream into the gag, tears blurring my vision, and finally, mercifully, everything bleeds into darkness. No. I come awake with a jolt, my stomach churning, bile rising in my throat.
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