My eyes watched the trail of water droplets sliding down my body. It was all blurry around me due to the steam surrounding me. The water was supposedly steaming hot from the shower, yet I didn't feel satisfied. I wanted more.
My eyes followed one tear that trailed down my chest to the curve of my boobs, and I felt disgusted with myself at the sight of them.
"What kind of f*****g t**s are those," I could feel Dan's rough cold hands squeezing them painfully, and I let out a whimper. "So f*****g small and disgusting." I could still feel his eyes peering down at them disgustingly. His hands pinching them roughly to the point I could see bruises.
I ditched some lavender soap on me then started scrubbing my boobs. I hated them. So small, so shameful. I could still feel his unwanted touches. H
