Flashbacks

After your inappropriate touch, the scars left on my body have tormented me for a lifetime. The thought of someone forcing themselves inside is earth-shattering in every form. You no longer have any power. You can be pushed down. Forced quiet. Beaten. Taken. What makes it even more unbearable is the memories of noises and expressions insinuating you enjoyed it. You actually enjoyed it. Breaking a child. Taking their innocence and replacing it with your darkness. Removing their softness to make space for your violence.

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