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He gets off me, tossing me down to the table like I’m a used tissue. Oww. Christ, I can’t think about how battered and bruised my body is right now. I don’t try to check or assess the damage. I don’t move one inch from where he deposits me, not even to shift into a more comfortable position. I keep my eyes vacant, too.

Bryan waves a hand in front of my face, then laughs loudly when I don’t react