FOR FUCKS SAKE

>Something smacked me hard across the shoulders and I flew face-first
into the esparto. Maybe it was an eagle. Maybe they’d come back. I tried to
get up and escape, not wasting time to look back, but I was hit again across
the back and I glimpsed human feet as my face struck the ground again.
Someone knelt on my shoulders and held my face in the grass. I yelled but
it hurt to breathe and grass and dirt in my face muffled the sound. Who was
doing this? It had looked like a man’s feet and I tried to look again, but
someone else grabbed my legs and pulled them up and apart and a man’s
hips slammed against my thighs as he shoved his penis inside me. I
struggled against the knees on my back and tried to get up and I kept trying
and trying. I wanted to stop it, stop him, to get away. He was hurting me,
pushing in and pulling out, dry and tearing, and my hips ached, pulled too
wide. I kicked and grabbed with my hands but couldn’t catch anything. I
wanted to hurt them, hurt them more, not thinking, just pain and anger, and
I couldn’t do anything.

I though im safe this time but here it is again, fucking retarded coomers god damn them