Sunday, August 16, 2015

Chills.

His eyes pierced me enough to send my blood chilling across my guts. I felt a huge lump of familiar nothingness sink through my throat and my heart lurched into fits of fast beats. I could not feel the nerves in my spine, for they were twisted - did a chill run along my spine as well? I wouldn't know. I could not get up, I was seated stiff - my sorrow and fear weighing me down, quite literally. I was scarred for life.

He had raped every inch of honour off my body. 

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