Chapter Fifty-Two

Except, when morning comes and I open my eyes, what I see is the word MINE scrawled with a black marker, in all-caps, on each of my inner thighs.

MINE on my breasts.

MINE three times across my stomach.

My nightgown is stained with his ink.

And my heart is marked with his claim.

My soul is soiled with his ownership.

And he has won.