He took the hat from my mouth.

"Tell me you love me," he said.

Gently, I did.

The end came anyway.

Mr. Harvey made me lie still underneath him and listen to the beating of
his heart and the beating of mine. How mine skipped like a rabbit, and
how his thudded, a hammer against cloth. We lay there with our bodies
touching, and, as I shook, a powerful knowledge took hold. He had done
this thing to me and I had lived. That was all. I was still breathing. I
heard his heart. I smelled his breath. The dark earth surrounding us
smelled like what it was, moist dirt where worms and animals lived their
daily lives. I could have yelled for hours.

I knew he was going to kill me. I did not realize then that I was an
animal already dying.

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