Page 442 of Deep Cover

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Annie

He laughed.

He showed it to me, the metal glowing and putting off heat, too close to my face, so horribly close to my face I didn't move, didn't blink, didn't breathe.

Didn't vomit, though there was bile in my throat.

Five times he passed the metal close enough to the flesh of my backside I felt it and tensed and bit down, my jaw locked. Five times he took it away. The last time he gave it to a guard to "Warm it back up a little."

The sixth time, with the brand newly hot, he pressed it into my ass where my right cheek meets my thigh.

Screaming was completely useless.

I couldn't have stopped.

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