Chapter 1: I Finger My Cunt Thinking About My Husband’s Father and Brother Ruining Me
The taste of rejection still sits heavy on my tongue while I stand at the kitchen sink. Water runs over the plates I scrubbed clean. Three years married to Mark, and every night plays out the same way. I prepared roast chicken with herbs, mashed potatoes, and fresh green beans, the kind of meal meant to stir real hunger in a man. I even wore the pale blue dress he likes, the one that buttons all the way up. After he finished eating I pressed myself against his back and slid my hand down his chest toward his belt. He only sighed.
“Emma, sweetheart, not tonight,” he said in that calm, patronizing tone, patting my hand the way someone calms a begging puppy. “You’ve been acting a little wild lately. I think
