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''Again!''
Our Papa shouted once Rhiannon and I fell to the ground, broken and bruised by the bulky men who seemed to be enjoying our great disadvantage. Getting up quickly, I spit out the blood in my mouth and wiped at the one coming out of my nose. Rhiannon seemed to do the same thing as he wiped his own blood away, neither one of us reacting to the injuries we were spotting. Papa would not take kindly to us showing any sort of weakness. That would earn us a way worse punishment.
Rhiannon seemed to share the same thoughts as we both glanced at each other momentarily before turning back to the two men who were smiling and laughing silently at us. I knew it was a way to break our spirit, to provoke us but we had been taught enough to be immune to their taunts despite our age- ten
