I lay there on the bed—drained and motionless, the tear-soaked pillow served as a silent witness to the overwhelming flood of emotions engulfed me. Time seemed to stand still as I remained lifeless, unwilling and unable to move from the spot where Killian had left me— used and violated, the haunting emptiness lingering in the air for what felt like an eternity.
I felt a deep sense of shame and degradation, surpassing I had ever felt in my whole life.
My encounters with any of them had always been far from pleasant; marked by an unsettling mix of aggression, coercion, and pain. s*x with them was always about intimidation, and the piercing sensations of discomfort had left me with an enduring sense of uneasiness.
The weight of this emotional anguish bore down on me, rendering me immobil
