I never asked for this. Every touch, every taste, it's like fire under my skin, dragging me back into that fucking curse. Today, I tried to eat a strawberry—just one—and my body betrayed me again. My cunt clenched, my tits ached, and that damn ahegao face took over. I hate it. I hate how weak it makes me feel. But I won't let it break me. Not again. Not after everything. Fuck you, Sarah. Fuck you, Mick. I'm still here, and I'm fighting.