Your touch still lingers my body. Your hands still explore my every hidden secret. I say no but you don’t stop. Your lips still travel my neck, down my body...farther and farther. Your arms still wrap around my waist from behind. Now I can’t be touched without thinking of you. My body goes through shock every time my younger brother hugs me. I have triggers weekly and sometimes daily. They suck, and so do you. You raped me then laughed in my face and said you wanted a blow job. I’m so hurt. All I feel when I think of you is immense pain, fear, sadness, and anger. Anger towards myself. I hate thinking of you every time I’m touched. I hate going through hell just because of the triggers you caused. Your touch is permanent. You have left your mark on me. Although no one else can see it, I can feel it.😞