You asked me to wear my best dress: the one you sent during my birthday.
Truth is,I was too excited about meeting you that I didn’t think of any possible harm
You said all those nice things to me and no one had called me beautiful in a while. Everytime I looked into the mirror,I only saw the beauty you saw in me because I needed your validation to set myself going daily.
It was a beautiful Wednesday morning and the sun was out already. I quickly did my chores and told my mother I was going to Bola’s house and even though she suspected I was lying,she had no reason to hold me back after all,chores were done and the plates were properly washed
I had my bath and set off straight to the house with a brown zinc and maybe it’s because of love but I don’t see how I liked such a place but I was happy. The Fanta was so chilled and the buns was soft and sweet; I ate like a child
Maybe it was the way you looked at me but something in me didn’t sit right but you assured me you wouldn’t harm me so I relaxed. By the time I realized what was happening,I was too dizzy to move my legs but I fought; though it was aimless because you were stronger and firm.I Pushed but every push brought you even closer then I begged.
You were hurting me but my pain seemed like your joy and with ever drop of red wine from under my legs, you pushed even deeper. My thighs went sore but you didn’t care either until you had succeeded.
I only realize now that maybe I gave consent to you or maybe you were really a beast
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