(JOY)
My mind comes back to the present. I softly touched my wrist with my finger. There was still a faint scar from the handcuff. After all, it was not the first and last time that he bound me on the bed. He loved f*****g me while I was restrained and helpless. Even now that it has been a month since our relationship ended, this faint scar was not the only thing he left in me.
I took a deep breath. “The next day, after that night, I didn’t go to work. I know that I can use a proper attire to hide the wounds in my wrists and the scratches of his nails in my arms. I know I can hide the bruise on my cheeks from when he slapped me using make-up. But the emotional damage of what happened that night, the confusion I felt from the different faces of him that I had seen… it was diffi
