Dad’s right, I’m too flexible. I tried to recognize who he was by his voice but I had no idea. The door opened again, this time I knew who it was, he watched me struggle desperately for a short while. It didn’t take him long to use my mouth, he hadn’t come here just for that. My dad told him that I practice yoga every morning and he could use my flexible body in every acrobatic pose he wanted. He sat on his knees between my legs, taking my feet and lifting them up. Some men like it that, it’s fun to hurt a girl. Maybe he had still naked and that creepy boa lying on his one leg with head and torso bruised. The door opened again, this time I knew who it was, he watched me struggle desperately for a short while. You fucked me with a psycho?..”
I thought my dad must have handcuffed him to the kitchen table before he came back to me.
