I plead to you
Every time I see your eyes glare at my breasts, I feel like I don't exist. Every time you pass lewd statements at me when I walk across from you, I feel soulless. Every time you pretend you accidentally fell on me, I wish I didn't have that chunk of flesh on my body that excites you so much. Every time you grope my breasts and run off before I can set my eyes on you, I lose a part of my existence. I was born different from you and I took pride in it until I felt your piercing eyes viewing every part of my body without noticing the anger on my face. I took pride in it until you touched me against my wish and I made me dirty even though you were the source of that filth. I felt like I didn't have a mind of my own because I was too flustered to process why your fingers were tracing along my body. Why you were forcing me against the wall and pushing your hand against my breast while you used the other hand to close my mouth, I will not understand. I whimpered in fear and pa