He got up and went back to his bunk. I did not move.
"Looks like somebody put you in your place, cupcake." The tattoo man sneered, chuckling to himself. Burning shame coursed through my veins. He was right, I had undeniably been put in my place. I wanted to cry again, because I realised that I now felt inferior to this man.
As I slowly pulled the pants on, ignoring the semen running down my thighs, the tattoo man snickered, and my face burned.
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