#Ms.F

The idea of not telling him what she had said at all, just ignoring it, hoping it would all go away, was my favourite, of course; the weak way out. But then, the thought of what was very likely to happen— since Ms.F very definitely seemed like the kind of person who would follow through; the thought that she would wind Brad up to do something really awful to me became worse in my head than the idea of telling him— just about. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 19 minutes; 3900 words

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The weirder thing was, that— shocked and horrified though I certainly was, in a state of despair about the remaining tatters of my self-respect, tears of abjection still seeping from my eyes, hurting and gripped by the aftershocks of a brutal violation— alongside all that, there was a strange peace in me, a relinquishing, a giving up on myself that was perversely welcome, absolving me of responsibility. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 12 minutes; 2500 words

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