I hated the way he would touch me. It felt like how my mother would touch me, her hands so cold and so hateful. i was 16. I knew he was bad, I knew i had to make him want me. I hated every second of it. I killed him right after so the pain would go away. I knew him since i was seven. I wonder if he always thought of me like that.

He found pleasure and i found my first 'lover' who had taken away something i'd never get back.