Being Pri-ya was worse than being raped by the princes. It had been hundreds of rapes over and over again. My body had wanted. My mind had been vacant. Yet some part of the essential me had still been there, fully aware that my body was completely out of my control. That I wasn’t choosing. All my choices had been made for me. Sex should be a choice.
OKAY???????? YES SO WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE????
