Games is what he calls them now.
Willing participant he calls me.
Fear for my life
Does not make me willing
I give in for fear
Light bulb tube
Inside me
I didn’t ask for this
Praying it won’t break
Cutting me inside
Objects
He started with objects
He turned my stepbrother on me
another prick to hide from
again not willing
just afraid for life
he watched
I threw up after almost every time
Who didn’t hear me
Dad or mom
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