This doesn’t happen to girls who matter.

You know, real girls who aren’t weird little bits of fluff, who respect themselves, who could never even imagine reaching orgasm while men choke them and spit in their faces. The sort of girls who can make their way in the world, and not just hide from it behind faux smiles and blank stares. Such girls will never know the fear, the pain, or the violation of moments like this.

But worry not, my love… I promise, you’ll never matter to me.