She had left without another word last night. Not sure if she finally understood I meant every single word without even feeling bad about it or what. I peeled off the makeup layers, the dress, and that goddamned corset. It had left marks on my skin, red and sore next to the red stripes after the cane. I wanted to crawl under the covers and hide from the world, but I decided to regain myself. I made myself a steaming hot bath and burned away all the nasty looks. The hurtful words and shame I felt. It all followed the water down as I unclogged the bathtub. I felt better, more like myself. I was nobody's doll, and no one, fay or not, would ever treat me as one again!
I managed to calm myself with that thought, that determination. That tomorrow will be different. I'm not here to play dres
