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... wide open, the blankets tangled around my legs, until the pack house grew silent.
Every creak of the stairs sent my heart racing, convinced that my father was coming to finish what he’d started. My cheek still throbbed from the slap; my body still had the painful welts that had formed where his belt had struck me.
I could still feel his fingers in my hair, his spit-filled words about duty and obedience clinging to my skin like filth, and I know it won’t stop.
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