Well, it did hurt me, but he hadn't been purposefully rough. I suspect it would've hurt the first time regardless of the circumstances.
I'm suddenly filled with bitter hatred for the man who did this to be—the man who shattered my illusions about the world, about myself. I'd never thought much about what I would do if I got kidnapped, or how I would react.
Who thinks about stuff like that? But I guess I'd always assumed I would be brave, fighting to my last breath. Isn't that what they do in all the books and movies?
Fight, even when it's useless, even when doing so means getting hurt? Shouldn't I have done that too? Yes, he's stronger than me, but I didn't have to give in so easily.
he didn't threaten me with a knife or a gun. All he'd done was chase me down when I tried to run.
That run had been the grand total of my resistance thus far.
