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Yawning, I crawl into bed. I can't

remember being this exhausted in a while.

I feel the bed shift, and I know he's

climbing in. It's not comforting. I wish

he'd leave. His hands wrap around my

waist, digging into the flesh. It's painful,

demanding. The only thing he wants from

me resides between my thighs. He adjusts

me, unconcerned that I'm unresponsive. I

try to push him away, but my hands feel

weighty. He's never been gentle, and he