I dissociate. I am not a prepubescent girl being molested. I am not a woman being raped. I am a steady, calm voice. I am large and empowered. I draw my breath to bring my shoulders squarely down from my ears. I look for ground to claim within my mind. Here. Here is ground where I can summon my breath, summon my words, summon my body and either demand or burn your unwelcome dick out of me. I will my eyelids open. I find your eyes and hold your distant gaze. I imagine strength and steadiness into my voice as I say, “You are going to stop. I do not want to fuck so you are going to stop.”
“Baby,” you say with your dick still inside of me. “Baby, you wanted it.”
