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Vivid Description Feb 23 2011
Sometimes I question what happened that night, did I deserve everything he did to me. I ask myself that question over and over again, the answer I never did recieve. I opened the door without hesitation, and instantly my body froze with fear. My mind wnet blank and I couldn't move, my heartbeat was all I could hear. There he was starring me in the face, with his hands around my neck. With a half crocked smile and evil in his eyes, that was the moment my life became a wreck. Tears filled my eyes with a lump in my throat, honestly I didn't know what to do. I wanted to scream but the words wouldn't come out, I tried to prepare myself for what I was going to suffer through. Holding me down with his hands still around my neck, which was slowly killing me inside. I remember thinking that I wanted to die, to crawl into a hole and hide. For hours I had to suffer through, his payback, his torture and the pain. I lost myself that October night, only pieces of me remain. Finally it stopped and he let go of my neck, he had an evil smirck on his face. He was looking down at me bawled up on the floor, he said, "How do you like being put in your place?"
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