Bite

I went to the bathroom hurriedly when it looked like he was coming close to me. I did not want to be close to him at all.

When I walked into the bathroom, I quickly avoided looking at my reflection in the mirror. I felt so embarrassed like a sinner dammed to hell. Perhaps he made me into the sinner I was at the moment.

I was crying as I peeled off my sweaty clothes from the body. The actions had left my cloth slightly dampened. I could feel my stomach turn uncomfortably; I think I am falling sick.

It is long enough for me to be an adult right? I was old enough to have a sexual relationship with a man and if I wanted him to stop, I had a strong feeling that he would have let me go and that only worsened it because it gives the terrible conclusion that I had allowed a man touch me and gained pleasure from it.

There was a knock on the door while I was in the shower cubicle. It was hard to hear it over the water and my sobs but I heard it.