Stubborn But Broken
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Theron kissed a bruise. Then another and another. His lips fluttered against every area of tainted flesh.
I blinked, not allowing the much-needed tears to pass through my eyes. I had never been touched so tenderly, softly, carefully. I never noticed how much my body desperately craved such affection. I had never been without touch, but I had been deprived of consent.
Trigger Warning: abusive household, rape and sexual assault, trauma.
These sensitive topics are not written about to glamourize the situations, but to show my personal perspective of my character's struggles.
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