Her false testimony.

The bruises on my body signified you were here. The scars that you left embedded deep within me. The shackles that you placed on me, repeatedly dragging me around. The excruciating pain and horror, the breaths for life, the suffocating endearment I felt that all made me want to die. The fact that I loved you when I should have not. Feeling betrayed by the words you persistently told me and led me astray with feelings that were naught.  I was just an easy target for you to win and you forcefully did and took my most delicate possession. No matter how much I screamed and begged for you to stop, you didn't even give me the time of day. Not once, not even once did you listen to my cries. I had trusted you and you turned out to be my worst nightmare not knowing that you could have deceived me like this.

Being held captive as your prisoner who couldn't retaliate. You always pushed me down thrusting harder and harder with every shriek. You sadistic piece of shit. I feel dirty. I can't stand to look at myself anymore. I'm filthy, disgusting. You left your trace all over me and pushed me to my lowest. I have no more pride as you ripped every bit of it. I'm never going to forget not one moment of how you treated me. That disgusting smile you wore whenever you slapped me made me petrified of the man I never knew you to be. Alternate appearances? I wish but in reality, you were just a sick dick. Although I screamed at the top of my lungs, no one came for me. No one helped me. It was just me and I was afraid of you. Afraid of what you would do next, afraid of the next part you would dominate. My temple has been completely destroyed by your fake idea of a male's body. 

I was by myself, in that room. No one was there. I was there, alone but nobody came. I was there, afraid but no one saved me. I was there, crying but no one to wipe the tears. I was there broken and that's when they came. When I had given up and wanted to end it all. When I gave in to his selfish actions. When I gave up on me was when they came. They came and told me they found me but what they found was not me but just a figment of me, not me but my body, not me but something that looked like me. I was torn up and abandoned and lucky for him he wasn't there when they found me and he left traces of nothing. They thought it was a lie.

It hurts, hurts so much. I can't stop crying. You made me like this. You hurt me. You ruined me. You broke me and you don't care. Not of the consequences, not of any of it because you thought you would get away with it. And you know the funny thing you did because no one believed me. 

Written by Alyssa Chin

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