To Mask Her Tears

“You know you want it baby.”

She didn’t want it, but somehow those words ensnared her. Would others believe that she wanted it, despite her protestations? Would they think she made up the pain? Would they doubt her? Would they distrust her, even though she’d done nothing worse than trusting the wrong person? Was this somehow her fault?

She carried his words with her long after the bruises healed. Every time she said no, she thought of them. She chewed on them, dreamt of them, and worried over them.

Then she realized that his words were hollow. They were meant to make him feel better about using her body as if it were some toy to be played with and discarded. They were intended to mask her tears.