'I'm coming for you!' The voice yelled behind her, she felt a hand pull on her hair as she felt another grip onto her arm.

It hurt bad. More than it ever did.

'Let me go! Please!' She cried, hot boiling tears streaming down her red face.

She was still trying to escape his grip, his touch.

'I won't give up, I won't give in to you.' She thought as she struggled.

She twisted and turned, as he pinned her onto the wall.

'I won't let you get away with this.'

One pummel, after another, until she was on the floor crying.

He reasoned with her, telling her to stay.

The next day she woke up with a black eye and a dislocated shoulder.

What's the difference anyway, it's not like she can do anything to change it.

She's used to it.

It doesn't hurt.

Cue the long long of explain actions for why she still stayed with him.

Oh and, she

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I'm hoping to keep this story short since I don't want to drag the plot!