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I tried to lock my jaw, but the pain that spread through it stopped me. The permanent taste of copper enveloped my teeth after another blow, this time, hitting my nose in full. I felt the snap. I heard my bone breaking at some point, and I couldn't do anything but shake my legs, giving even more freedom for the maniac to get space to get between them.

In the middle of a quick thought "above the notion that I was being beaten by fists that looked like bricks," I blamed myself about how ironic it was to be attacked for simply returning home a little later than my standard work schedule. Compared to the days when I came back from a party, wearing an extremely short outfit, no intimate piece that blocked the path of a pervert, or sober enough to react. The shock made me cry and beg, louder than I would for the pain in my face, or the tinkling that a metal object produced against the closure of my pants.

I did not allow myself to imagine how my face would stamp the cover of a disappearance
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