I own your body. I have to escape. However, I did warn you that disobedience would be punished. I sit still, my fork hovering over my salad bowl, unable to bring myself to eat another bite, and after a couple minutes, you clear my dishes without a word. And the fact that he is so fucking selfish that he refuses to believe he’s hurting me just makes everything so much worse. Though I can still feel the pain, and every inch of you inside me, my mind feels separate from my body. I HATE EVERY SINGLE FUCKING THING YOU DO TO ME!!!” But the more rational side of me wins over, so I take a deep breath and as politely as I can I respond, “no, not really.” I don’t know how convincing I was, but you stop all the same, moving back to tongue fuck my belly button, as if fucking your pregnant daughter isn’t bad enough.
