When your daddy first held you in his arms, he looked at you and was saddened to see you were a girl. Twelve years later, mommy looked at your sheets and was disheartened to see that you were now a woman. Six years after that, a man whose name you never asked, at a party you barely remember, lifted your skirt and decided to make you a victim.

The emptiness between your thighs has brought you nothing but loss, as it always will. All it is capable of birthing is tragedy and shame.

But if you’ll spread your legs for me like a good girl, I promise, I can make that cunt suffer for all it has cost you.