by hangonz92

Grasping at the cloth which hangs limp on your skin threatening to expose you. Your purity, your essence and worth ripped from you as easily as those sheets. Stolen by lustful eyes and wicked hands. Your body is no longer yours. It belongs to those who have conquered it. Soiled it. Marked it with their own flesh. Your body, your self is lost. But not a hint of sadness touches your ruined eyes. They have taken everything, but you must keep your pride.