My flesh trembles in horror—clutching the silk that holds my memory bag. Unfolding every detail of the event, I tried to quench the last reminisce of last night, but I couldn't remember anything. As though something had bound it altogether hindering me from gaining access to it.
I slowly crawled away from the bed, wrapping the blanket on my body as I went inside the bathroom.
The pain in between my legs signifies that something happened to us. I'm not too dumb or too dense not to understand it. I slap my face a little just to make sure this isn't a dream. Only for me to be reminded that it wasn't. This is real. This isn't just mere fiction. It happened. But how?
I ran my finger through my hair as I sat in the cubicle. Never have I pictured myself giving up my essence as a woman in thi
