(WARNING: This chapter may contain content irritable to the readers. Child abuse, child manipulation, or child sexual exploitation. As well as death. Readers discretion advised.)
My Kim wrapped his hand around my waist and carried me up. I tried to struggle but all my efforts were feeble. He dropped me on the table and I pounded his chest with my fists but he wouldn't release me. I was sure my fists felt like massages to him as it didn't do anything.
I couldn't shake off this grown man. Not my frailing, not my wriggling, and not my attempt to push him away worked. I was just too young compared to him.
Why? The others that were the same age as me were a little bigger. Why was I so frail and skinny? Why was I so little compared to him?
And because of that, because he was big and grown up, I couldn't shake him off.
I couldn't even look away since he held my face in place and roughly locked his disgusting mouth to mine.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!