His finger pressed into the front of my neck. Pushing down on my wind pipe. He used enough force to make it hard for me to breathe. I could barely lift my chest, barely get the air in. It is such a struggle. My heart is beating so fast. I want to be sick.
He didn't want me to breathe, he didn't want me to have life. I was his to do with as he wanted, not a person. My stomach felt sore, and sick. He was having sex with me at the same time. I am 4 years old. He hates me, he says it over and over again, as he thrusts inside me. He wishes I would die.
I don't want to be here. Don't hurt me, I try to look away. This is my life.
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