In the bathroom, Purple Summers washed herself in a daze.
She felt as if, ever since her rebirth, her life had been like a continuous farce. One moment she was happily watching a movie with her classmates, the next she was dragged away by Alexander Summers to do such disgusting things.
Disgusting.
Truly disgusting...
But amidst this disgust, there was a small part of her that was thankful that Alexander Summers had not physically harmed her.
However, it was this slight gratitude that made her feel even more ashamed.
She felt weak, even questioning whether she was becoming accustomed to abuse. Alexander Summers was so detestable, yet she felt grateful, simply because he did not take her virginity.
Perhaps what she feared most was that Alexander Summers was slowly eroding her will.
After her bath, Purple Summers stood in front of the mirror, seeing her body covered in light and dark peach-colored marks. The shame clung to her, refusing to dissipate.
