The Rape of America

Spread your legs, darlin’.

This won’t hurt a bit.

Shut up.

I said shut up!

Stop fighting.

It’ll be easier if you

Just.

Stop.

Fighting.

 

But we can

Never.

Stop.

Fighting.

 

See?

I told you it wouldn’t hurt.

Just lay there.

Let me do the work, baby.

You’re mine.

You’ll always be mine.

Just.

Stop.

Fighting.

 

But we can

Never.

Stop.

Fighting.

 

Yeah, man.

She was so easy.

Let me go right in.

I had to fight her a little bit

But she was pretty much

Knocked out!

I kept saying

Just.

Stop.

Fighting.

 

But we can

Never.

Stop.

Fighting.

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