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I see you coming and my guts twist inside my skin. You wipe your brow and wring me out to use again. You have that look in your eye I wish I didn't recognize,..the ones that screams "you are mine!". Even if I'm not worth fighting for, maybe my "condition" is. With a locked jaw I stand up to you. You attempt to send me into a forced, medicated oblivion. I feel as though I am winning, but only until I am pushed, face down, your knee a loaded gun pressed into my back. My hands are bound and tied, leaving me just the way you like me,...helplessly defeated. I feel you breathing over me, feeling the weight of your thoughts radiate outward throughout my body from where you sit. Caught in your web, I excite you with the unintentional tug of each thread,..desperate to escape. There are a few moments of release and I now find myself looking at the soles of your feet. Where are these feet taking you? Maybe it's against your will,..making you look right past me, through me. But I do have value to you. You pry my legs apart, I think how pointless and trivial it has been to try to present myself as ladylike, sitting knees together, careful not to disclose what might have happened between them,...like a mask worn by reality. The trigger is finally pulled, leading me into the darkness,...but not led by the hand. Sharply, injuriously I am violated, the word pain being a severely inaccurate understatement. In and out, lulls and swells, in and out of focus. My senses become numb, but only because it is too late, overloaded and overstimulated,..the breakdown of my consciousness accompanies the breakdown of my body. The race is tied, until suddenly,..sympathetically my mind lets go and I float to somewhere with a familiar peace, I've been here before. This is a place that girls like me go. We cry for each other when we cry for ourselves...a place where our collective souls join. We feel weak on our own, but here we are safe,..we aren't alone. Our souls stay intact while our bodies are ravaged. We are still beautiful here, unspoiled, unbroken. We can stay until it is safe, or forever if all hope is gone.