Daddy was here*

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*Sexual images/actions

I touch the mark on my collarbone.
It's sensitive, and I cringe softly as the touch.
I don't have sexual interactions much, so this is quite a strange reminder.
Images flood through my mind,
and I feel like I have a name tag.
I belonged to him now,
Oh god,
I think I'm going to gag.
I know it wasn't rape;
At first it was all that I wanted.
But right in the middle I realized -
This was a bad desicion.
It felt nice,
It felt good,
I had never experienced something like that,
And I know I never should've.
But what could I say?
I was half-drunk and stumbling all over the place,
He saw the opportunity,
And decided it was something he would take.
The mark simply screamed;
"Daddy was here".


ᴹᴼᴺᴼᶜᴿ ᴼᴹᴱ ᴮᴼᵞ

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