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Marylise

I don't know if this is okay, but I have no choice. He didn't give me a choice.

I open my mouth to speak, but I prefer to nod. I notice how a slight smile appears in her mouth as she says—: "I promise you won't regret it, little girl"

I'm already regretting it.

I shouldn't have said yes, I should have told someone in the first place, but I didn't, I was afraid he'd do something to me if he did. I was afraid of everything, even myself for feeling what I felt.

What if I feel it again? What if I like what he's going to do to me? So, do I have to go through with this? I don't. . . I don't want to feel this, I don't want him to touch me, I don't want anything to do with him, or. . . It's a very strange feeling, not wanting it, but wanting it at the same time.

Even if you don't want to accept it, you felt good about what you did yesterday, will you do the same to me again? If I liked yesterday, it's very likely that I'll like today too. I'm afraid of what I might feel because I kno