#Chapter51
What the fuck had he done to me?
Hands braced on the sink and a whole universe of anguish coming to settle inside the deepest parts of me, it was all I could think.
The door was locked, but even still, his presence still seemed to seep into the room. I could still feel his hands on my body. I could still see his eyes- an indecisive shade that seemed to alternate depending on the lighting and his mood- staring down at me every time I closed my own. His words in my ear, the sound of my own terrible, traitorous moans.
It all fucking haunted me; there was no escape.
Shame, disgust, hatred, they had blended together, forming a deadly cocktail that made me feel sick to my stomach. My head was a fuzzy mess, thoughts haywire and incapable of stringing together anything of contextual sense.
The worst part?
