Chapter Eleven- Under The Table Sins part five

Chapter Eleven- Under The Table Sins part five

To me those eyes were not communicating anger, but were imprinting on my skin the unspeakable pleasures he wanted to introduce to me and sate his lust.



Guilt is corrosive and gnaws away at the mind but is the fuel that keeps conscience burning and alive. The ability to feel guilty was debilitating and frittering for me, to the point that I felt like the most awful, horrid, worthless, ungrateful piece of trash in the world as I gazed at my oddly calm, stoic mother.

Her face did not give me much to work with, I could not read anger or even disappointment in her slightly narrowed eyes, but my failure to detect those damming emotions did not stop me from bringing myself to the

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