{Chapter Twenty-six: DESIRE}
I sob as the hot spray washes away my filth, my shame. I can't believe I let this happen to me. I can still feel his touch on my body, still feel his fingers in me. Of all the things to remember, why does this have to keep replaying in my mind. I'm still filthy. I scrub harder till my skin is red. He put his filthy fingers in me. I turn up the heat of the shower.
How could I have been so blind? He would've had his way with me if I hadn't fought back.
Disgusting. I scrub harder, I have to get him off me.
I scrub and scrub till I start to feel the sting of the sponge and the hot water. I sink to my knees and fold to a foetal position as the water continues to spray down.The water turns cold and I get off the floor and stagger into the room. I grab
