"No! I don't want to," I shout.
"You need to." I squirm as he slaps his hand down. "With all you've gone
through this year, you've lost so much," he says, and lands another swat
on my bared butt.
"No, I'm NOT weak. I am the strong one."
"No one would ever call you weak. Yes, you are the strong one. Do it,"
another heavy sway lands.
"I can't," I whisper, my voice breaking. "I'll shatter into a million pieces."
"No you won't. I'll hold you together with my love."
And with his promise, I finally do it. I cry.
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