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Dear God, please let me die. I'm ready to die, to end this suffering. She had been dreaming she was back at home, in her bed. If only she could go back to that dream. She would rather be anywhere but here.
Jill kept imagining herself on a beach, a tropical island far away from here, from him - no them. She attempted to escape reality, but the pain prevented her mind from wandering off. She tried to picture someone else, anyone else but this monster, raping her. She no longer cared what he did to her body; she had been degraded and defiled in front of her friends for days now. She had lost track of how long she had been here. With each savage thrust, his fury with her increased. She no longer screamed or fought back. She just lay there, motionless. This angered him more and she knew it. Maybe he would finally end her suffering.
He slapped her across the face hard. "Please stop. I can’t take it anymore."
"Your pleas do nothing for me. You deserve this; you are nothing but a whore. I am in control of you; I can force you to do whatever I want."
The rape seemed to last forever. Her insides were on fire. She was raw from his brutality.