"We aren't important enough to be listened to and protected." I sob at these words, eyes flying open. I stare up at you tearfully, face turning to the side as you slap me. Within a moment, I know that the worst has begun, as I feel your terrifying member slipping into my entrance, to my hymen. It's warm, and I find myself disgusted by this- a feeling I try to latch on to, in an attempt to distance my mind from the rape. Not that I can- your cruel words, taunting me on having been an innocent, snap me back to reality. I sob harder, hearing the past tense in your words.
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