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hinges creaked as the door pivoted from its frame i can still hear the soft caressing of his cotton socks against the canvas of his sneakers he trekked deeper into uninvited territory the ice rattled as i poured his drink the way he smirked at me over the glass brim is unwavering in my mind he forced himself into my bedroom my sanctuary my safety his hands groped the **** searching for a lock the carpet rustled with every step he took toward me the screech of a lose baseboard echoed through the thick silence i reached out for hope confidence that my purity will be faultless when he leaves each time i undress myself my conscious races back to the unwanted nakedness of that night i lay exposed to more than just the sticky air between us every revolution of the fan was a dagger in my vulnerable skin goose bumps scampered across my body his hands moved toward my ******* despite my contest the violation began my head fell to the side with every blink i see the clock hands ticking i can smell his breath in my face my dreams are invaded by the wickedness deep in his eyes my life has been torn apart by his vicious hands i flinch at the sight of a friendly hand approaching my body at the presence of an embrace, i am tense the torture replays every time i close my eyes the broken record never stops turning seventeen minutes now i am on my hands and knees picking up my broken pieces from the floor
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Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 6:31 PM UTC
Seventeen Minutes
hinges creaked as the door pivoted from its frame i can still hear the soft caressing of his cotton socks against the canvas of his sneakers he trekked deeper into uninvited territory the ice rattled as i poured his drink the way he smirked at me over the glass brim is unwavering in my mind he forced himself into my bedroom my sanctuary my safety his hands groped the **** searching for a lock the carpet rustled with every step he took toward me the screech of a lose baseboard echoed through the thick silence i reached out for hope confidence that my purity will be faultless when he leaves each time i undress myself my conscious races back to the unwanted nakedness of that night i lay exposed to more than just the sticky air between us every revolution of the fan was a dagger in my vulnerable skin goose bumps scampered across my body his hands moved toward my ******* despite my contest the violation began my head fell to the side with every blink i see the clock hands ticking i can smell his breath in my face my dreams are invaded by the wickedness deep in his eyes my life has been torn apart by his vicious hands i flinch at the sight of a friendly hand approaching my body at the presence of an embrace, i am tense the torture replays every time i close my eyes the broken record never stops turning seventeen minutes now i am on my hands and knees picking up my broken pieces from the floor
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Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 6:31 PM UTC
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