Sorry, you must be a member of this group to do that.
Countless lines cross the entirety of her abdomen and chest. My brows furrow, and I look up to meet her glare. "Who did this to you?" I see the tears well up in her eyes, but she refuses to speak. Slowly, I lean down and tenderly kiss each one of the scars. I hear her whimper under me, and a piece of me breaks. Somebody hurt her. Somebody hurt her because I made her leave.
