The one word that I had always said to myself that I wasn't, the one word that made me insecure, and the one man I thought wouldn't ever think and feel that way about me actually said it: disgusting.
I felt a funny feeling inside me, and instead of feeling angered or saddened, I felt ridiculous that I ended up laughing out loud.
How ridiculous was it for me to pretend and think that I wasn't dirty and disgusting after being gang-raped? It was better for me just to own it. Yeah.. I’m a disgusting woman.
I kept laughing until my stomach hurt and tears streamed down my face.
“What the fuck are you laughing at?” Damian asked me as he narrowed his eyes.
I stopped laughing and wiped my tears with the back of my hands. “I’m sorry. You are right. I’m disgusting,” I told him with a huge grin on my face.
“Your story of being raped by your ex is fake, isn't it? You actually were the girl in Jeremiah’s story. His ex who liked to be gangbanged,” he sneered again.
