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in the side of his face and pretty hard. Hard enough that it hurt her hand.
    “You stupid bitch!” He growled, and he released her ankles. His hand full out smacked her across her face.
    Damn that hurt, she thought.
    He pinned her by her arms and used his body to hold the rest of her down. “You hit me, bitch.” He spit out.
    The man did not look that sexy when he was mad she thought. She could feel the blood drain from her nose, and her lip was starting to throb. He had hit her good. She had never been hit before. She didn’t like the feeling at all. “I’m sorry.” She covered her face and turned it to the side with the hope he wouldn’t hit her again. Her body shook once again, her nerves in overdrive of the unknown. “You were scaring me. I wasn’t thinking.” She grabbed at straws, anything to get the man to back off. Her eyes filled with tears, but she tried to hold them back.
    “You fucking better be, bitch.” He sat back on his heels with a grin. “So, where were we?” His hand grazed her upper arm and then down her abdomen to her thigh.
    She cringed, and he laughed.
    “Get off of me, you asshole.” She yelled, unaware of how it slipped out. It was like she had Tourette’s and super mood swings all at once, but she knew it felt good to say. Gaining some strength to fight back, angry and scared, it took everything in her not to spit at him. She really needed to get her shit together.
    “A feisty one, eh?” The asshole of a man laughed out and continued on his excursion of touching her body. He cupped her breasts in his hands. “Oh, I like these.” His eyes had an evil glint.
    She didn’t like his touch. She needed him to stop. “Fuck off!” She swore and in a flash she swung her fist again, and luck was still with her. Contact again.
    “Fuck!” He yelled, and in quick response punched her back. He grabbed at her shirt, and he began to tear it off her.
    Adrenaline surged and even with tears running down her face, Jenn fought with everything she had. She managed to get her leg in the position to her advantage and nailed him in the balls.
    He screamed and grabbed his crotch. “Bitch!” He yelled at her and crawled off of her and the bed.
    She tucked herself up in a defensive position, shaking slightly with tears on her face. She wasn’t letting him get to her again.
    “Ah, fuck woman! Tears? You think that shit works on me?” He shook his head, adjusted his balls and began to walk away. “Fucking women! Nothing like busting the mood. Literally! You ain’t worth it, bitch.” He mumbled as he walked out the door, shut and locked it.
    It was getting dark outside by the time Jenn was able to stop crying. Almost an entire day had gone by, and she had not eaten a single morsel of food. The only water she had was with the pills. Why would he starve her when he was nice enough to give her medication for her migraine? Where was he, and who was that other man? Why was he so much scarier than the man in the mask? She felt weak from the lack of food and was sore from the abuse she took from that man. She wasn’t sure how much more she could handle before she completely unraveled. She was going to have to dig deep within herself and break down those walls that protected her and fight for her life. She was not ready to die, not today, not tomorrow, not any time soon.

Sean

     
    Sean arrived at her moderate sized, two bedroom house, and entered the front door with the key he had on his key chain. The key he took from her key chain. He wasn’t going to break in this time when there was no need. He took his time to look around. Taking in every smell in each room. Natural or flower scented, he accepted it all.
    With the sunlight shining in her sheer draped windows, he was able to take it all in. He noticed the black leather furniture set organized just so in the living room. The oak coffee table and end tables with doilies on top, which made him smile. Always the girlie girl she was, he thought. A not