Foreskin's Lament A Memoir Novels & Stories

Although she said she was fine, everyone knew she will need time to recover. After assuring her family that she was fine, and making a few calls to my mom, informing her about what happened, I finally found some time for myself. I carefully washed my wounds on the side of my waist. While Parker threw me on the bed, the edge wood placed near my bed, tore the skin on my waist open. I managed to hide it out of everyone's sight because that is the last thing I should be worrying about right now. I gently swept the blood and wiped the water with a tissue. I let my shirt fall when I was done, and washed my hands. I wiped the moisture from my face and heaved a sigh.

A new wave of anger flooded my head as I hurried to my room. Ashley was in over her head when she saw me, asking for all the nitty gritty details. "You disappeared for almost an hour and nothing happened? You were alone with him and nothing happened?" She continued to press on, but I continued to say "no". I took a shower to prepare for my first night. I faced the mirror, holding back tears as I turned around to have a proper view of both my front and back. I was not sad, only repulsed by the sight of my bare skin, I did not want to tear my skin of this time, I was simply grateful. Mostly for the fact that I had no fresh scars and the old ones had begun to disappear. I could not wait for the

I was really getting worried about them and maybe that’s why the headache was strong. I rubbed my scar as I felt the pain come from my scar. The scar looked like a blob of paint was plastered on the right side of my forehead. I shakingly fixed my hair hiding away the scar under my curls as I felt like a pressure cooker was ready to explode from my skull. I should have concealed the damn thing, maybe that man wouldn’t have been so horrified. I closed my eyes taking deep breaths by massaging the sides of my skull. Nick was taking too long. I opened my eyes which felt heavy and something happened.

Brigor shoved the vase in front of me, that made a loud noise making me tremble in fear "No one forgets their past! It will always leave a burden mark! It is easy for you to say those cause you haven't experienced my situation before!" "Y-you're Remorseless, you still haven't changed." "Yeah, that's right. I won't change and no one can change me." I left his place wailing. I knew it from the start. I shouldn't fall in love with him, cause it'll cause a lot of pain. The pain that I can't control. He's dangerous, falling for him isn't profitable.

My face burned hot, sweat breaking out on my forehead and down my back, my legs felt shaky and weak as I kept stroking myself through my pants like a filthy pervert, completely mesmerized by the raw animal way they went at each other, the smell of sweat and cock and spit hanging thick in the air and making my head spin with lust. Then my foot slipped forward without me realizing and shoved the door open with a loud creak that cut through everything like a gunshot. Both professors froze instantly in place. Marcus’s thick cock was still halfway stuffed down Liam’s throat, shiny and glistening with thick layers of spit and precum, veins pulsing visibly, while Liam’s own hard dick strained again

Just then, his sleeve slipped down, revealing dark red claw marks on his forearm that cut deep to the bone. I immediately grabbed his arm. "What happened to your arm?" A flash of panic quickly crossed Finn's eyes. He instinctively tried to pull his arm back and hide the wound behind his back, his gaze flickering. "I'm really fine... I accidentally scratched myself yesterday..." I spoke seriously, "Don't be afraid. Let me take a good look at it for you." Finn hesitated for a few seconds before finally giving in. Sniffling, he placed his arm in my palm.

Arina's voice trembled with genuine remorse as she spoke, her eyes filled with tears mirroring the pain she had unwittingly caused her friend. “I am sorry, Lisa. I never meant for any of this to happen,” she whispered, her heart heavy with guilt as she reached out to touch Lisa's trembling hand. Lisa's response was soft, her voice carrying a hint of forgiveness as she looked into Arina's tear-filled eyes. “It's okay, Arina. You didn't know,” she replied, her own eyes glistening with unshed tears as she attempted to offer comfort despite her pain.

" Not a single tear was shed for me over my death. Their concern, as always, was reserved entirely for Emma. Leon slowly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes showing confusion and anguish for the first time. He recalled what I had asked him back in that hospital room. "If I die from this mountain trip, will you regret it?" Back then, he had laughed along with everyone else. But that joke had now become reality. My death was the sharpest slap in the face they could have received. "Regret?" Leon's voice was terrifyingly hoarse. He stared at his own hands—the same hands that had stripped away all my assets just days ago, forced me to sign a divorce agreement, and personally pushed me toward my e

Queasiness paled my face. He smirked. “Some say Michael ripped it from me. Others say I lost it to a girl.” “That's sick, Sam!” I said, looking away from his wound. “Is it?” he asked, voice dull. He sighed, then fixed his cloak. That wound, rotting for eternity, disappeared beneath its folds. “Humans speak of lost innocence, deflowered by the cold hand of fate. But what if you wound yourself? Is it so sick, to cut your skin and dream of seeing the viscera beneath, to want to know the darkest parts of you? To own your suffering.”

Or maybe… maybe the way he couldn’t stop. My fingers move before my conscience can catch them. The zipper rips open. I pull out the old leather journal, “Yasmin… I’m sorry.” I turn to the first page. And start to read.