“I lived in a house of silence, a house of fear. My guardians were possessive and unpredictable, and I existed under their thumb, meant to be seen but not heard. What I would come to learn is that they were also perverted, their minds filled with all the fucked-up things they wanted to do to me. Then, it happened—the man of the house touched me. I let his hand move higher up my thigh, inching closer to my vagina. I’d never been touched like this, and I felt different. When he touched me, I wasn’t afraid. I was finally his chick. But it wasn’t just him who wanted to use me—the woman of the house wanted me to be her little fuck doll, too.”
