I shouldn't have went to the club. I knew it was a mistake. This is my fault. This is all because of me. It's because of my outfit, isn't it? It's because I didn't speak up. This is all my fault. I regret it all, but he doesn't even know my name.
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Stolen Pieces (Graphic Short Story)
Короткий рассказnobody will believe you if you tell them you've been raped by the most loved guy in school.
