I can't scream, not at first. Pain washes over me when you hit me, like I've never felt before, knocking the wind out of me an you hit me again, just as hard. Finally, though- finally I catch my breath, and I scream in pain as you bite down on my breast, back arching away from you. I scratch out at you with my temporarily free hands, no matter how I want to just curl up from the pain- I know this very well may be the only chance to do some damage to you, now, when your distracted by your rage.
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