I stared at Emmet’s foot in the door
suspiciously as I used the toilet and began to take my clothes off to get into
the shower. The bathroom was small and stuffy with the common smell of the
hospital anti-septic that always made me feel a little nauseous. I knew what I
was about to do should have been easy, to anyone else it would have been but my
whole body reacted differently than what was expected. I knew what lurked
outside of that door. I knew there where loads of people that could flood in at
any moment and I could become their display, their play thing, and as expected
my mind started to play tricks on me, suddenly throwing me back all those years
ago to when I was six, to the first time it happened, to the very time I got
broken beyond repair.
“Em…Emmet.” I said in the loudest voice I
could form but it was still but a whisper, as I stumbled backward across the
bathroom before tripping and landing in a pile on the sticky floor, “Could you help me please.” I stuttered as the flashbacks intensified
inside my head threatening to take me under completely. The world was a bad
place or I was a bad person. Whatever one it was it hurt me, and I was scared,
and there was nothing to hold onto anymore.
“Mi,” Came the caring but now almost frantic voice
from outside the door. “Mi…Mi are you OK? What’s happened, can I come in?” Emmet asked knocking on the door as he talked.
“Are you decent? Do you want me to get a lady to
help you?”
“I’m kind of decent.” I muttered realizing I was still just in my bra curled up on the floor “Em… Emmet can you come in please, Can you help me?” I whispered again as another flashback took me
over, Invisible hands searching, violating, grabbing, then the groaning in my
ears of the group of people masturbating over my tiny little body. My baby doll
crying on the floor.
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