..AHHHH"Rachael groaned in between her deep breathes.She could feel her insides tearing apart by his massive tool making her squirm in pain. ... . I was very cold and hungry. When I had been arrested I was wearing only a light sweater, a light wool shirt and summer shoes. My shoes had long since been torn to shreds by the sharp granite we had been forced to climb as we made our way northeastward. My feet were bleeding and I could go no further. Dreng returned to where I was. ‘Aase I have found a good spot for the night. We can build a small fire.’ He said. ‘I cannot walk. My feet.’ I explained. Dreng bent down and looked at them. ‘Why. As I crooked my head down to say hello I was grabbed and hauled into the car, bundled awkwardly into the passenger seat as the car shrieked away up the road. I remember fear and being smothered in someone's clothes, my face pressed into a belly and my legs angled awkwardly in the well of the car. Someone slapped me repeatedly on the head. There were voices. Laughter. The squeal of tyres. The hysteria of a car zig-zagging back and forth round sharp corners.They parked up and shoved me out. She yawned and then drank what was left of her drink. “Do you need another?” “No.” She stretched out long and hard as he answered. Herstomach showing as she stretched and the top button ofher top came undone. As she laid back on her bed herpubic hair came into full view. I could not believe theshow she was giving me. I sat down on the bed next toher and made small conversation. “Any test tomorrow, any new boyfriends.” Within minutes she did not answer my.
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