Write the previous chapter of the following story in the same style. As the older man leaves the room, he grins at his coworker and says, "You're up next, NAME_1. She's all yours."

NAME_1, the other repairman, steps into the room and looks at me with a lecherous grin. He's shorter and stockier than the older man, with a thick beard and a bald head. He begins to undress me, his hands running over my body with a familiarity that makes me feel even more violated.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," he says, his voice low and menacing. "I'll make it quick. I don't wanna hurt you, just have some fun."

I try to resist, but my body is numb and my mind is foggy. I can't think of a way to escape this horror. As he takes me, I feel like I'm being ripped apart. He's rough and callous, his movements fast and brutal. I can feel him taking me, his body thrusting into mine with a force that makes me cry out in pain.

He doesn't say anything as he takes me, just grunts and mutters to himself. I can feel his hot breath on my face, his sweat dripping onto my skin. I close my eyes and try to block out the sound of him taking me, but I can still feel every brutal thrust, every painful movement.

Finally, he reaches his climax and I can feel him ejaculating inside of me. He pulls out and zips up, turning to his coworker and grinning. "She's a good one, isn't she?" he says, his voice filled with satisfaction.