She felt disgusted.
She felt ashamed.
She felt used.
She felt worthless.
His scent wouldn't leave her body.
His hands, oh God, they'd been everywhere.
She scrubbed the rock over every part of her, sometimes it drew blood with the scratching but she welcomed it. Pain was what she deserved.
Why had she welcomed his advances? Why did she allow that? But she'd gotten ahold of her senses and had told him to put a halt on everything. He hadn't listened to anything she uttered.
She predicted he'd be out there, laughing and celebrating his victory over her.
The soap slipped from her hand and her damp hair fell on her face as she sobbed her heart out.
What had she done?
His words were embedded deep in her mind, repeating like one of her musical boxes, making her go insane.
'If I had
