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Ekong
Itoro clenched her hands in anticipation of the pain that would jolt
through her in a few minutes. She breathed in quickly…and then slowly, making
sure to count to five before letting each breath out. Her back was already
drenched in sweat from lying on the pile of clothes in the very hot and fetid
room. She could taste the blood at the back of her throat from pressing down on
her teeth to keep them from clattering. She could also feel the warmth dripping
from between her thighs; thighs she held together tightly as a final act of
defiance before she was forced to spread them wide open.