"Two days later"
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I couldn’t take it anymore.
After days of brutal, relentless f*****g, my body was completely wrecked. My p***y was swollen and sore, my n*****s bruised from his mouth, and my legs could barely hold me up. Father Maxwell had turned into an animal — f*****g me on the altar, in the hallway, in the confessional, and everywhere else he could drag me.
So I ran.
While he was busy with morning prayers, I packed my bag, slipped out the back door of the church, and ran all the way home like the devil was chasing me.
Grandma Nelly was shocked when I burst through the front door, sweating and exhausted.
“Angela? What happened, my child? Why are you back so soon?”
“I… I just couldn’t stay there anymore, Grandma,” I lied, collapsing onto the couch.
“It was too intense. I n
