he was drunk, and he was high.

he slapped me. he slapped me again. and again, and again and he ******* slapped me once again.

i cried.

he said, “welcome to the movies.”

my stomach shifted.

i bled.

he said, “i want to taste your blood.”

i cringed.

he lit up a cigarette, and began burning me. he made me strip and get in the corner naked. he spit in my face and rubbed a leftover jack in the box taco in my face and told me i was nothing. i felt helpless.

he made me lay on the floor and he beat me with a torch lighter.

my body ached.

he then  got on top of me and asked, “are you afraid of me?”

i stood there silent.

he asked, “do you want this to end now or would you like to suffer?”

silent.

he came down off of the spice and wine, cried. burnt his genitals with a cigarette. layed in bed and fell asleep.

i crept out of his apartment and ran barefoot with nothing but a t-shirt on.


**i am now ****** up in the head.