“Just keep watching the TV,” he whispered behind my neck as his hands began to move to places I knew they weren’t supposed to go. That cold feeling in my stomach rose to my chest, and even though I didn’t know why, I started to cry. From behind me, of course, Marcel couldn’t see the tears coming down my cheeks. “That feel good, niece?” Even as I cried, I somehow knew there was only one right answer, so that’s the answer I gave him.
oh jesus
