• Killer •
I expected her to be repulsed. Maybe laugh in my face, tell me I was a little b***h for not being able to defend myself. Or ask what was so bad about having s*x at such a young age. I’ve seen how people react to r**e victims.
I clench my teeth at the word victim. I f*****g refuse to be a victim in any sense of the word.
Violet makes me look her in the eyes by pulling my hair and asks if I truly could’ve defended myself when I was older. I stay silent, remembering the hatred—and the fear—I used to feel whenever that b***h came into my room. No matter how much I trained, no matter how strong I got, my body always froze when she made her usual visits.
I f*****g hated myself for that. Hated the control she had over me. But Violet… she looks at me like she understands. And that l
