Becoming his Salvation
I try to squirm free from his tight hold, but I’m nowhere near able to fight with this man with the drugs running through my veins.
"Get off me, you fucker!" I tried to push that man away, but with my current condition, my strength fell short. "Get away from me!" I shouted this time, thinking that someone would listen to my pleas. A lone drop of tears fell from my eyes, thinking that this was the end. Why does this always happen to me? Why is God so cruel to me? If it were not for the drugs, I would probably go into a panic attack again right now. I prayed inside that someone, anyone, would save me from this disgusting person.
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