reduced her to a quivering stillness. Blood spurted from her nose and mouth. Her face felt broken and burned with pain. She choked, but couldn’t cry out with his big hand engulfing her mouth and his steellike thumb pushing her cheek between her teeth. She gagged as he yanked up her yellow flowered dress; the one her sister Yvonne had finished sewing for her. Chilling guttural moans and deep serrated gasps erupted from the man’s throat. There were no words. Only the terrifying sounds of a deranged animal, one who now drooled on her. Pain, dry and scraping, in and out, in and out. If only she could go someplace safe, go be with the Lord. Her mouth was caked with blood and the fine red dust from the field where she lay. She felt fear heavier than the man’s body pounding inside her. This was surely the end of things. Her screams and will to live flew away like the crows. She would never see her mother again.
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