The house was silent, but my mind was a storm. I sat on the edge of my bed; my skin was still tingling from the rough heat of the office. I had just been taken by my stepfather. f****d. Raw. Hard.
I was supposed to feel sick, right? I was supposed to be crying. But as I sat there in the light of the bathroom, the only thing I could feel was the pulsing ache for him to do it again. The ache to be bent over again and again. I had loved every inch of what he had done to me. I loved the way he looked at me like I was a property he couldn't afford to lose. And the fact that he had those files all this while, when I thought I was alone, hidden... f**k!
I sank myself deeper into the water, letting the steam get deep into my skin. For hours, I was alone. From here I could hear little giggles fro
