I resist the only way I can. Instead of standing there and letting him look at my naked body, I slide down the wall until I’m sitting on the floor, my knees drawn up to my chest. My arms wrap around my legs, and I sit there like that, trembling all over. My long, thick hair streams down my back and arms, partially covering me.
I hide my face against my knees. I’m terrified of what he’ll do to me now, and the tears burning my eyes finally escape, running down my cheeks.
“Mawy,” he says, and there is a steely note in his voice. “Get up. Get up right now.”
I shake my head mutely, still not looking at him.
“Mawy, this can be pleasurable for you or it can be painful. It’s really up to you.”
Pleasurable? Is he insane? My entire body is shaking with sobs at this point.
“Mawy,” he says agai
