Tippin only opened her eyes when she felt the coolness of the cloth on her skin as I dabbed at the bloody bites. "How long were you there?" she asked me dully. There was no fight left in her. I could feel her defeat, it was so thick in the air.
"Not long, baby. How often do they do this to you?"
"It's how I earn my way," she said, closing her eyes to the sympathy she could see in mine. "I hate that you saw that."
"I hate that they do this to you and you don't fight back, Tippin. Why don't you fight back?"
"Because this is worse," she answered me, rolling to her stomach. I had to fight to keep from being sick, the sight was terrible.
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