Rub it in my face that I didn’t want it. You shouldn’t be doing this. It’s wrong no matter how little I did to stop you. It doesn’t matter I said nothing, I’m clearly scared and in pain. Rid me of any chance of blaming myself, being able to rationalize it like maybe I liked it after all. I clearly don’t. This shouldn’t be happening, this should not have happened. Doesn’t it feel bad? Don’t I just feel so violated? Nobody should be treated like this. Don’t let me think it’s not that bad, that it’ll go away, it’ll end. It won’t. It’ll be stuck on me, you’ll never leave my mind. There will always be a sore spot after the bruises fade. Something will always be missing, something you ripped out and took away. Rub it in my face you’ll leave me altered.
