~ Estelle’s POV ~
After getting out of the damn place, those bastard men started to gather around me. They were looking at me with hungry eyes. I just don’t understand why people love to make others uncomfortable with their disgusting gazes. Why can’t they focus on their own lives?
I know that respect is something which can’t be earned through begging or pleading… it needs to be earned, but objectifying the other individual is something which angers me. I used to be scared of all their gazes at one point in my life. I was harassed and abused by the people whom I trusted the most, I was insulted for every little thing in Claude’s packhouse, but there was no ending to my sufferings.
I believed that time might heal my scars and everything would eventually work out, but it was just my imagi
