I have never felt like being on top, and I have always been more familiar with the feeling of being down. However, I had never felt this low. This helpless—this pitiful.
I did crave attention, but it never crossed my mind that I could be violated like this in my pursuit of validation.
The shame of being seen consumes me.
The ruination of a princess, blinded by her desire to be seen. What bliss. I clenched my fist, the sun nigh out yet I still sit in the middle of my bed, and aggressively hit my chest.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to let out my rage and unleash hell on Earth.
But all I could do was quietly beat myself until my own skin was bruised. I wanted to cover up the feel of his sticky touch. Everywhere he touched, I wanted to ruin.
Most of all, I wanted to forget.
I wanted to
