¡Puta madre! I think to myself. How in the name of Dios did this monster find me? Where is Dave? What the hell is going on? This cannot be happening to me.
The bastardo stretched his arm way back and then swung his fist forward muy rápido and it slammed into my face and made my ears ring. I could taste the blood of where my teeth cut into my cheeks.
“Did you think I wouldn’t be able to find you? Are you fucking stupid? You dumb fucking Spic whore,” he said.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “Lo siento. I was scared, please, don’t hurt me again,” I pleaded with him.
I knew it was no good. He used to hitted me and harmed me and hurted me before, and the more I cried, the more I winced in pain, the more I tried to shrink myself into a little ball, the more turned on the bastardo got and the harder his fists on my face was.
“You had no right to run away, bitch. I paid a shitload for you, you useless fucking slut. Your ass is mine, got it? Nobody bails on me. You hear that? Nobody.”
What could I say?
I whimpered and said I was sorry. I made promises to return to him. I asked him to forgive me. All these things, while the pendejo was smacking me around.
¡Dios mío! ¡Jesus Cristo!
He slapped me across the face again, harder. The posts on the back of my earrings digged into my skin. I didn’t taste any new blood because it mixed with the salty taste of the tears running down my face.
“Take your fucking clothes off now, bitch,” he said.
He pulled me by the hair over to the bed and shoved me down. I wasn’t close enough to the bed and slipped down the edge of it onto the floor. The hard corner of the box spring digged into my back.
“Let me help you get undressed, you fucking whore.”
He pulled out his knife, and cut all of my clothes right off of me.
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