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WestBow Press My Sweet Encounter with Death by Ana Christina
Then I Felt His Body Leaning Over Mine And His Fingers Holding My Nostrils Shut. I Could Not Breathe. My Teeth Were Clenched. His Fingers Remained Sealing My Nose, When Suddenly My Mouth And Jaw Opened Up And I Gasped For Air. Startled, He Released His Grip On My Nose And Left The Room, Leaving Me Paralyzed, Naked, And Curled Up On The Floor. A Few Years Ago Ana Christina Was Left For Dead. Despite The Horrific Circumstances It Was A Blessing In Disguise, As The Lord Delivered Her From The Hands Of Her Perpetrator.