"No – please don't. Please don't. Please." The words come out of her unbidden, on huffs of air forced out of her by her sobbing breaths, and she wants to scream. Her palms sweat and her breath is choking and catching in her throat, and if she could crawl out of her own skin she would. He is inside her and around her, and she feels disgusting and disgusted. Get off me! She wants to flay herself alive, to tear her skin off, to not be here. Stop. Stop stop stop. Get off me. Don't touch me there don't touch me like that stop it oh my god please. Her breath comes in juddering gasps. "Stoppp. Please." Her nails claw into her palms; a sharp, welcome pain that she fixates on. "Please." It's a desperate whine low in her throat. "Pleeeease stop." But he keeps groping her and hurting her and violating her and he won't stop. He won't fucking stop and – and –