I could bash, I could cut and I could run if I had to. I could do the things I needed to to keep breathing. But when Milton took out his dick and forced me to watch, I could not even utter the word no. All I could do was stare and hurt, a frozen bruise of a woman. Certain memories emerged whenever men or women made sexual gestures at me. I always felt like my body was up for grabs. I didn’t want to have it anymore. I wanted to cut out all of the entrances.
