You remember that game you used to play? Where you’d climb on top of me and try to force my legs apart? I’d tell you to stop. I’d tell you I didn’t want it. You’d push your hands between my knees and try harder. ‘I mean it,’ I’d tell you.
You remember how you’d grin?
‘C’mon, it’s just good fun.’
‘You’re raping me.’
The smile grows bigger and you’re pushing through. My legs are hurting and bruised.
You’re inside me now, and I must choose. Do I resist and pay the price? Do I just lay there and not participate?
And you’re there thrusting now, and you’re smiling, and smiling, and smiling.
Lighten up. It will be over soon.
This is just a game. This is only a game. What fun we’re having.