Be Still, Keep calm
It won't hurt one bit
He lied
It hurt like hell.
Close your eyes, Don't cry
We're almost there
He said
I tried not to cry.
Good girl, My precious
You're doing really well
He growled
I melted like butter.
Good heavens, That's it
Who's my little girl?
He moaned
It pushed deeper in now.
He seemed to enjoy it, I didn't
He took my first time
I was only eight
He was thirty years old.
I thought I loved him
He said he loved me
The deceit
I was only his pretty little toy.
