*This story may be contentious or triggering with intended meanings correctly interpreted.
My hairs stood erect as his hands slid over my goosebumps. My gaze averted as he pushed my chin up, pulling me closer to his lips. The dimmed lights attempted to create a mood that would never exist. His heavy breathing made me feel anxious, it was too late now. I got myself in this situation. Without him, I wouldn't be in this situation, but without me, he wouldn't be happy. Mindless movements because obviously obligatory. I smiled when he looked at me, blushing. His face showed that he truly thought I was just shy. That my constant shaking was anxiousness for what would follow. The moonlight could be seen through the foggy widows, bouncing of my curves, highlighting every crevice in my body. I knew today would come. I had starved myself for a week in preparation, and still as his eyes scanned over my body, all I could feel was violation. The scenario could have been stopped here, prior to progression. I had time to apologise, refuse, and leave. But my voice got stuck in my throat, climbing back into my stomach, startling the butterflies once again. My skin crawled with regret the second it began. It hasn't stopped crawling since.
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