I always knew things would escalate. By my guess, I’d been there a year when it finally happened. Time had been hard to keep track of when there was no sense of day or night. He’d come for me, the visit starting no different than the ones before it. I’d grown used to him groping my chest, but when his dirty hand slipped lower, my vision blurred. For the first time in a long time, tears filled my eyes. I’d done everything in my power to mentally prepare myself for that moment, but once faced with it, I crumbled.
