 Clarissa regained consciousness slowly. Pain accompanied every muscle contration; even breathing was agony. She was adrift free in squirting a sea of pain. She tried to open her eyes, but was free prevented from free doing so by a crust of dry cum. She squirting felt nasty all over. The squirting laughter of twenty teenage boys still rang in her ears. Finally, the realization that she had been raped and left for dead enraged her enough to lend strength to her rubbery muscles. She rolled off her back squirting onto her squirting belly freesquirting, and after resting freesquirting for about ten minutes, she was able to pull herself forward some free. She headed uphill, toward the exit. Whenever she felt free her strength failing, she thought about how the freesquirting boys freesquirting had waylaid her, dragged her into the underground parking garage free, and then had used their switchblade knives to cut freesquirting her clothing from free her body in squirting itty bitty strips free. She wanted help. She wanted justice, but above all, she wanted free revenge. Each pull freesquirting brought her about a foot closer squirting to her goal freesquirting. She was on the third freesquirting level below ground. Each level was about a hundred free yards long. One pull roughly every ten minutes. Even if it took squirting her a week squirting, she was getting out. After three hours, Clarissa was exhausted squirting. Even her rage failed her. She wouldn't freesquirting have even known she free had freesquirting fallen asleep free had free she not been awakened by the sound of footsteps. She tried to squirting cry out, but all she managed was a freesquirting feeble squeak. In the free hollow emptiness of the free garage, it free was apparently squirting enough, for after only a minute, Clarissa freesquirting felt strong hands on free her, lifting her to a freesquirting sitting position. She was carefully sheathed in a coat and lifted free from the concrete freesquirting. She managed free to squeak out a "thank you."
 "Get rid of those candles." she pleaded free. "They remind me of..." She couldn't continue. Tears squirting squeezed from her squirting eyes.
 "I free...I understand." she said. "Uh freesquirting, by the way...what's your name?"
 The submission freesquirting of evidence took little time. Clarissa and Phil attended the squirting trial, watching free from the gallery. All of the boys were found guilty, and squirting sentenced free to two consecutive life sentences. Phil had free one arm around Clarissa's freesquirting shoulder, and occasionally he free would run his fingers over the "scrunchie," as Clarissa called it, that held her hair up in a waterfall ponytail. Clarissa didn't notice. She was freesquirting too intent on squirting the squirting trial.
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