I am yanked into a backyard somewhere. I struggle agaisnt your grip, getting dirt all over my hands and knees. I cough and spit blood from my mouth from where I had fallen on the ground. "No, please! I don't want to! Don't! Please!" I stammer out as many pleas as I can, trying to get away from you, but I feel a sharp pain in my scalp as you yank me back towards you by the hair again.
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