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screamed and hit the floor. He followed her down, punching over and over.
    "Please, Odell,” she begged. “I'm sorry."
    "Whore,” he accused. “What were you doing in there, Kiara? Rubbing his dick to get him worked up?"
    "No, I wouldn't do that."
    "Fucking liar!” He smacked her again. “You forget the last time?” He banged her head on the floor and tore open her blouse. “You want dick, Kiara? I've got some for you.” He pinched her nipples and smacked at her breasts over and over. She cried and pleaded. Her denial meant nothing to him.
    He straddled her chest, resting his rear so heavily she could barely breathe. She heard his zipper descend and the rustle of his clothing. The next thing she knew, he shoved his shaft into her mouth and pushed deep.
    "Suck it!"
    Snot coating her top lip and tears wetting her hair, she obeyed. Twice, she fainted because she couldn't get enough air, but he kept pushing. He smacked her face until she came around, and then he shoved in again. Only after he had emptied himself inside her mouth did he stop.
    Kiara coughed and sputtered. Odell stood up, walked over her and headed into the bedroom. A few seconds later, she heard the creak of the bed. Before she could find the strength to rise, he was storing.
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Chapter Four
    Kiara unrolled the bag in her lap and withdrew the new tube of umber paint. She arranged it carefully on her rough wooden desk and straightened the rest of her supplies already there. When she saw movement in her peripheral vision, she glanced up to see Jiro guiding his sister through the glass doors of the community center. With a hand that trembled only slightly, she made sure her hair was in place to hide her swollen cheek.
    A welcoming smile on her lips, she rose in almost slow motion. “Good morning."
    Jiro bowed. “Good morning. It's good to see you again, Kiara. I trust your weekend was good?"
    "Okay, I guess. Thanks.” She turned to Ayumi. “Are you ready to get started?"
    The little girl nodded vigorously. “Yes! And I have my supplies too.” She tugged at the small suitcase Jiro held. He raised an eyebrow at her, and she immediately dropped her hands to her sides and straightened. “Jiro-san, may I have my suitcase please?"
    He handed it over. Kiara studied his handsome face. Did he make her afraid of him? No, she saw kindness there. But courtesy and respect were a huge part of their culture. He wanted Ayumi to learn it in a country where young people many times flouted those qualities.
    His comment confirmed her thoughts. “I indulge her much more than I should.” He gently squeezed Ayumi's chin and cheeks. “She forgets herself, but I will raise her to be a proper woman.” He clasped his hands behind his back. “I have a few errands to run. I will return in a couple of hours. Eiji will stay until I return.” He gestured to the man Ayumi had said was her babysitter.
    The frown on Ayumi's face mirrored Kiara's disappointment that Jiro was leaving. She hid it and smiled. “Of course. We need to get started anyway. I like to keep to a schedule or my day will be shot.” She busied herself with opening paints and arranging Ayumi's easel.
    Jiro's long gait carried him in a few steps to the door. He stopped and came back to lean in close to her ear. “You're hurting.” It was a statement of fact, not a question. “I can make it stop."
    Her eyes grew wide in shock, but he said no more. He exited the building without looking back, and as she sat staring after him, Ayumi tugged her arm. “Ms. Jackson?"
    She turned unseeing eyes to the blank canvas in front of her. “Y-Yes?"
    "Will we get started now?"
    Kiara shook herself, trying to focus. Had he really said what she thought she heard, and meant it? The implications ran through her mind. She knew nothing of this man. He seemed to be kindness itself, but she sensed an unseen strength in him also. He had been vague about what he did for a living, only admitting what his