Resting in between, Pete violated her over and over for hours. He placed Tonya in all kinds of positions. He even sodomized her. He lived out his wildest fantasies on her and she was powerless to stop him.

When Pete was done, he gently washed Tonya up and put clothes on her. Then he tucked her in bed, as if she were sleeping. He then went to gather up his clothes and left the apartment.

Tonya drifted into sleep. This was a good thing. She was able to sleep off the ill effects of the angel dust. Veronica Morris entered the house and went straight to her daughter’s room. All throughout her work shift she thought about Tonya and what she had done to her. She knew she had gone off the deep end. Having had a change of heart, her intention was to apologize for her outrageous behavior. Something stopped her when she entered her daughter’s room. She smelled the stench of sex in the air. She smelled the strong body odor of her man, Pete, as well. Further, she looked at the covers on Tonya’s bed and noticed the blood and cum stains. The rage that she’d let go of returned in a flash. She paced back and forth. Then she went over to her daughter’s TV, took the extension cord from it, and began to beat Tonya awake.

“Aaahh! What you doin’?” Tonya screamed.

“Bitch, I should be askin’ you that question. Who was you fuckin’ up in my house? Huh?”

Tonya rolled off the bed, ducking and dodging her mother. She tried to shake off the drowsiness. Her legs were like rubber. She couldn’t get away from her mother fast enough. She began to feel sharp pains coming from her anus and vagina. What had happened to her? she thought. But she was more worried about avoiding the vicious stings from the extension cord.

“You li’l tramp!” her mother hollered. “You was in here seducing my man? Huh?”

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ ’bout,” Tonya cried. “Why are you doin’ this ta me? Where is your man?” she shouted.

Suddenly she stopped whipping her daughter. It was as if something clicked in her head. She left the room to look for Pete.

Tonya curled up on the floor in the corner of her room, crying, burning up from the licks inflicted upon her inside and out. She strained her brain trying to recall what had happened to her over the last few hours. Her mind was flooded with images of her mother and Pete, treating her like a dog.

Storming back into the room, her mother said, “Go get yaself cleaned up. We goin’ to da hospital.” The nurses and doctors drilled the woman and her daughter with questions they wouldn’t and couldn’t answer.