As he came over with the tool I tried to move off the bed again but wasnt fast enough. He pinned me down on my stomach and started tattooing the word slut on my neck with me screaming and kicking and trying to fight him. When it was done I had tears in my eyes and it hurt very bad. Turning over again to face him I continue to glare at him and listen to his words. Hearing his question I shake my head as if I'm not going to answer and then finally looked down and mumbled "None." The fight wasnt out of her yet, she was just waiting for the best opportunity.
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