Just being looked at by a man I absolutely hate with that sleazy gaze makes me feel sick, but to be attacked and violently raped... stepfather, brother-in-law, middle-aged guy, boss... just thinking about it makes me want to vomit. Yet, I was unjustly raped by someone I can't stand on a physiological level and had a mental breakdown! Humiliation, despair, wailing, relief... no one wants to know, and there's no one to talk to. Because my heart rejects it, but my body felt it. The truth I want to turn away from... 50 corners, 480 minutes, cherishing the first impact.
