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30.ℝ𝕦𝕟,𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪!

I couldn't believe I let him touch me. The thought alone made me shudder with disgust.

How could I have been so weak?

It was like I was watching myself from a distance unable to control my own actions. I felt dirty and ashamed like I had betrayed myself and my values. I promised myself it would never happen again but the shame
' you let him touch you,use you'

' like a cheap slut'

' you've proven to him that you are nothing but a whore'

The harsh whispers of my inner voices echoed in my head, berating me for every mistake and flaw.

'You were their reason for that night, the one they couldn't resist.'

'They all got a chance to touch you, to taste you and in the end they left you.'

"NO!"

'You should be disappointed and ashamed.'

'How could you let them take advantage of you?'

'You're DIRTY, you've been tainted, you're so so DIRTY.'

"NO!"
I Screamed,but the voices wouldn't stop. They just won't stop.

'Do you know what you are? A sinner. That's what you are.'

'A fucking sinner, Myra. A SINNER.'

"I'm NOT! No!!"

'No MAN will ever LOVE you.'

'They all want to fuck you. Use you. Just like a WHORE!!'

My sobs filled the room as I curled into a ball, hands pressed tightly against my ears trying to block out the hurtful words and self-doubt.

The nightstand was just close to the bed,but I felt like it was miles away.
I dragged my weak body towards it, my movements slow and unsteady. With trembling hands, I reached for the glass of water my parched throat desperate for its cool embrace. As I lifted the glass to my lips I could feel the water calling to me its soothing presence a balm for my weary soul. With each gulp, I could feel my strength slowly returning my body revitalized by the life-giving liquid.

I dropped the now empty bottle.

I never wanted to marry him but, I couldn't turn a blind eye to the innocent girls he was trafficking. My conscience wouldn't allow it.

Little did I know my good intentions would lead me down a dangerous path.

Is it a crime to want to protect those who can't protect themselves?

Who I'm I even kidding?!

As if I can do anything?!

The touch of his hands on my skin made me cringe with revulsion. I couldn't understand why I had allowed him to get so close to me. I felt violated and disgusted both by his actions and my own weakness. I wanted to scrub my skin raw and erase any trace of his presence. But no matter how hard I tried to forget the memory of his touch haunted me and filled me with self-hatred.

My steps were slow and feeble as I entered the bathroom but my jaw dropped at the sight before me.
This not the first time I'm seeing this bathroom...
This was not just any ordinary bathroom - it was a breathtaking masterpiece. From the elegant bathtub, to the modern faucet every detail had been carefully chosen to create a truly lavish experience.

As the water cascades down my body, I can feel all of my worries and insecurities being washed away. The warmth seeps into my skin soothing my muscles and calming my mind. With each breath, I release a sigh of relief grateful for this moment of peace amidst the chaos of my life.