[ she isn't enjoying it, couldn't ever admit to enjoying it, but it's satisfying something and she isn't thinking, doesn't have to think with byerly goading her like this. every breath is hitched, on the verge of angry tears, and this time when she hits him in the face, she drives her knee into his stomach again -- just tall enough to manage -- she hits byerly like a prisoner beating her fists against the wall, begging for escape. ]
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