The scent of orange tulips still makes my pussy clench with fear, but tonight I'm reclaiming that memory. Lying in bed, fingers tracing the scars on my thighs, thinking about how different touch feels now. The way your hands on my skin don't feel like violation but like worship. I want to be taken hard against the wall, my ass pressed against you while you whisper that I'm safe. That my body is mine to give, not something to be stolen. Fuck me until the only thing I remember is your cock filling me, not their needles.