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through his jeans. Through
mine.
    "'Tell me what it's called or I'll bite you
again. I'll bite and grind my teeth right through, and then you'll
really scream.'
    "'Okay, okay,' I said, trying to catch my
breath. 'It's called a truck bed, okay? There.'
    "'Close,' he said, and pressed his hips
harder against my backside. 'Now tell me what it's called in just
one word.'
    "I sagged in his arms. I knew I'd lost. I
was too small, he was too strong.
    "'A bed,' I sighed.
    "'That's two words, but I'll forgive your
mistake this time. Now. Tell me what a bed is for.'
    "He rutted up against me, and I knew what he
wanted me to say, but I wasn't going to say it.
    "'Hauling things,' I said, defiance clinging
to my vocal cords.
    "He ground his teeth together, right there
next to my ear, and my blood turned to ice water. I trembled in
sheer terror. Which was when I remembered my father. Wouldn't he
stop this? He wouldn’t just watch his brother... rape... me, would
he?
    "I craned my head, trying to see past my
uncle's bulk, willing to plead for my father's intervention. But he
wasn't there. He'd left the garage, left me with this sick fuck.
Did he know what was happening?
    "'There's no help for you, boy,' my uncle
breathed in my ear, as if he'd read my mind. 'Do what you're told,
and it will go better for you.' His arms squeezed the breath out of
me. 'Tell me what a bed is for.'
    "'Sleeping,' I said.
    "He laughed, and it was the creepiest laugh
ever. 'Try again.' His teeth edged against my ear, pressing in
without hurt, holding on to it delicately.
    "I could feel the tears pooling in my eyes.
I fought them, didn't want them to fall, didn't want him to see me
cry. His teeth tightened, then released, then tightened again. I
thought I felt saliva drip down the side of my neck, slide beneath
my shirt collar, slippery and wet and gross, making my chills even
worse.
    "I gave up, all my muscles going loose, and
would have fallen to the floor if he hadn't had a firm hold on
me.
    "I knew what he wanted me to say, and I was
very, very afraid. But I gave in. 'Fucking,' I whispered,
defeated."
    She.
    She makes some noise, shaking her head.
"No," she begs. "Please."
    I move to the table until I'm looming over
her, then lean down to set my lips against her ear. "Yes," I hiss,
and then I bite. I can’t help it. Her innocence is delicious.
    She squeaks, one hand flying up to cover her
ear, the other pushing at me, pushing me away.
    I have mercy on her and step back. Just one
step back, though. "Listening doesn't hurt."
    Still holding her ear, she twists in the
chair so she can look at me. "Yes, it does."
    "Not as much," I say, and smile. Her face
pales a little, and I wish for a mirror so I can see which smile
I've put on, that frightens her so. I will surely want to use it
again.
    "He told me to lay in the bed, on my
stomach, like a good little boy and push my jeans down to my knees.
I was already tired of being afraid, and wanted this over with so I
could get away from him. I might not have been able to put it into
words at the time, but I knew he was eating my fear, sucking it
into himself for sustenance, and I wanted to take it away from
him.
    "I obliged him. I think I believed all he
wanted was the fear, and that he wouldn't actually rape me.
    “I was wrong."
    She.
    She cries as I tell her the rest, as I speak
every detail, how he spat on his hands and shoved two fingers hard
into me, as far as he could reach, how I imagined myself a
butterfly pinned alive to a specimen board, fluttering helplessly
as I died. For surely he was killing me, the pain was so great, so
unfathomable. Just from his fingers.
    It seemed to go on forever, as I fluttered
and gasped, but refused to scream.
    When he jerked his fingers out of me, I was
sure he took some part of me as well, not just blood and shit, but
layers of tissue clinging to his fingernails, leaving me raw and
torn, perhaps damaging me forever. He forced his dick into my
asshole, and I howled from the pain,