-Rivanna-
He was touching me, but he had never been gentle with me like this. It felt like he was almost afraid to touch my skin... I couldn’t look, though. I was too scared of what he might do. I was simply powerless against him, so I let him have his fun, knowing I would only exhaust myself trying to fight him.
He slid his fingers and the shirt higher up. So high that I feared he would see everything, but he stopped before he exposed me completely. I knew he could see all of the scarring on my leg, where the skin dipped in, all the bumpy places, and the way some of my skin had gotten an almost paler color.
“Proud?” I finally asked, breaking the silence.
“Intrigued,” he told me.
I had never had anyone touch my leg like this. He let his fingers just skim shortly over it, making gooseb
