After my murderer took my innocence their was one more thing he took from me and it was my dignity. I felt like a used dish rag without my dignity. I was a slave to my murderer I gave him everything money, sex and my heart but he still wanted more. My mother noticed my dignity was gone that I had no self love for myself because I gave it all to my murderer and he never acknowledged me. My friends also noticed I had no dignity because I did whatever my murderer asked they would tell me to break free from my murderer but I couldn't find it in my heart to let him go. The more he would wrap his arms around my body made me wanna stay every kiss he would give me healed and destroyed me. But he didn't have any clue what he was doing to my life all he knew how to do is put his fingers and penis inside me and suck on my breasts. But I have to be strong and try to break free from my murderer before he breaks me.
