A dream

I could feel hands up my thigh. I stiffened, shifted, ignored them. Hands up my thigh again. "I don't want to". Hand wandering, pulling, clawing. "I don't want to". Hands in places i didn't want them. "Don't". Hands tugging, feeling. "Don't". "You'll like it". "Don't". But he did. "Don't". He didn't care. "Don't". Hands, hard, rough. Rip. Tears dancing down pink cheeks. Sweat oozing from foreheads. "Don't". But he did. Hands grasping wrists. I whimpered, i cried, i couldn't. But he did.