Kindred - Octavia Butler
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Again, I ran this time for the trees. I didn't know where I was going but the sounds of the man behind me sent me zig zagging along. Now, I longed for darker denser woods that I could lose myself in. The man tackled me and brought me down hard. At first, I lay stunned, unable to move or defend myself. Even when he began hitting me, punching me with his fists. I had never been beaten that way before would never have thought I could absorb so much punishment without losing consciousness. When I tried to scramble away. He pulled me back when I tried to push him away. He hardly seemed to notice at one point I did get his attention though. He had leaned down close to me, pinning me flat on my back. I raised my hands to his face, my fingers partly covering his eyes. In that instant. I knew I could stop him. Cripple him in this primitive age, destroy him, his eyes. I had only to move my fingers a little and jab them into the soft tissues, gouge away his sight and give him more agony than he was giving me. But I couldn't do it. The thoughts sickened me, froze my hands where they were. I had to do it but I couldn't, I couldn't.