'You've been with someone.'
A simple sentence that sent my thoughts reeling and running from my mind. Simple words that made my heart leap up in my throat as I remembered those two days of Hell. Remembered his cold fingers on my warm skin. How they roughly touched me possessively. How he had taken something that I had held onto for someone special. How he had- I suddenly was gagging and shivering as I hugged my arms around myself. I gasped for air as the panic set in. As it felt like long fingers were gripping around my neck. I was scared and falling deeper and deeper into my fear.
I hadn't asked for it. I hadn't asked for his father to touch me how he had. I hadn't asked for the man to inspect me and use me. I hadn't asked for any of this by listing my name online. I hadn't given consen
