He chided me to show off my body like a “true whore.” Every time I got called a whore, or a slut, or a pet, it stung. I just couldn’t understand, it was like I was in some kind of dream land. xxx I had to ride it out and hope that he loses interest, or just lets me get back to my normal life at some point. I was cold, shivering in fact. ‘Yes’ I thought to myself. I started to cry, tears instantly started rolling down my cheeks. Just then Mr. Your body is beginning to understand that, but your mind is slow, like usual you stupid whore.”
He continued to look at me as I sobbed.
