SOFIA’S POV
As he gets off me, releasing me I watch him grab his stuff and leave. When I know he’s gone, I snap my fingers and clothes appear on my body. The warmth of my sweatpants and hoodie wraps around my body, I slowly lift myself and walk around plopping down on the couch softly and for once in 5 years I let myself cry. I don’t cry because he hurt me because he didn’t , I cry because he’s hurting himself. He’s punishing himself and I feel guilty for invading his private thoughts. I could only think about what he was thinking while doing those things to me. “She’s tight” “Just keep going, you’ll be fine” that’s when I should’ve known to stop. “Just f*ck her hard” “This is the best s*x” “Do it,lose control” “No don’t” “Do it” and after that I couldn’t hear anything but the images that
