I couldn’t refuse him, not when it was the first and only thing he asked me to do. But it hurt. Not that I satisfied him and gave him his release, but because of the look he had in his eyes, the way his mind was far away and never present. For him, I wasn’t even there. I didn’t exist, and if I did, the only thing I was meant to do was to please him and nothing more.
HAS NO ONE LEARNED ANY SELF RESPECT
