Until He Breaks Me
After all, my Father knew what he was doing when he made me and not Riya the sacrificial lamb.
So I listen to Rayne, and I go on all fours, feeling the shame wash over me like ice water.
"Good girl," he mumbles. "Now take off those clothes, they are a nuisance."
My hands shake as I reach for my zipper, tears prick at my eyes. I have never cried since I turned twelve, even when my Mother and Father spent years assaulting me both physically and mentally. I never cried, but right now, my dignity is being stripped off from me and I can already feel the broken me emerging again, yet what is this anxiousness I feel to see the look on his face when I take my clothes off?
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